The next day, Raiden was in the kitchen making a mountain of vegetable pancakes.
Not because he wanted to. Because apparently, in this house, breakfast was a group activity whether he liked it or not, and the three freeloaders currently crowding around his legs had very strong opinions about what constituted an acceptable morning meal.
"Woolie Woo!!" More greens!! The Emperor demands more greens in my pancake.
"You've had sixty pancakes already!!" Raiden argued back with a frustrated voice.
"Woolie Woo!!" Sixty is not enough. The Emperor is growing!!
"You're not growing. You're just getting round and fat!!"
"Woolie Woo!!" How dare you, human!! You take that back!
"Hiss..." Rose flicked her tongue from her spot on the counter, where she was coiled around a bottle of maple syrup like she was guarding a treasure.
He is getting a little round, Rai Rai~
"Woolie Woo!!" Traitor!!
"Sha Sha!!" Neva bounced on the table, her eyes fixed on the pan with laser focus.
