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Kalis was tired, despite being one of the luckiest of the bar-brawl last night.

He smiled and twitched, and drooled, and mumbled something, tucked off in some quiet corner, but lost to the world into slumber and unkown phantoms and fantasies.

Until one of these movements involved rolling over. Bench seats were not made for this sort of thing.

Kalis fell to the floor with a 'whump' and groaned at having being awoken a moment, sitting up sharply and rapping his head on the table above him with more of a 'thump'. This led to somethings that were less groaning and more like moaning, as he crawled out from under the table.

"Music?" he questioned to himself, rubbing his eyes.
"Breakfast?" he said more to the world, flaring his nostrils.

"Hmmm...."

He was dirty from fighting and from cleaning up after, his hands were still covered, except where it had been worked off on the palms, with baked blood, and he hadn't showered yesterday. Cleanliness came first, and with nothing more than a short shout of "Morning'!" he marched up the stairs, to his temporary room.

Owle just gaped at Flare, not even protesting that the batter had been swiped. She had...what?

"Morning!" she shouted suddenly as Kalis' shout snapped her out of her stupor.

She swiveled to face Flare, snatching the bowl of batter from her. "Gimme that..."

And she calmly began pouring two more pancakes onto the pan.

Whatever happened last night, I don't want to think about it.

And that was all she had to say on the subject at hand. Flare would understand, Owle hoped, and if not the demoness would just have to deal.

She hoped Kalis didn't start asking questions, too, but she would have to get her staff back from him. What in the world had she been thinking last night?

"No problem!" Flare shouted back up to Kalis, then went back to making sure Owle didn't kill herself.

Flare allowed the girl to begin to cook, leaning back on one of the counters for support and watching her closely. "It's fine. Seems you don't have any more answers than I do, anyway."

And silence would likely reign between them for a while. The girl cooked, the demoness watchfully hovered nearby, the vagrant showered and the musician snoozed. Outside, two beings approached the unsuspecting little bar and grill.

The silence indeed reigned for a little while. It was true what Flare said...try as she might, Owle had no recollection of the events of the night prior.

So it seemed like there was nothing to talk about.

"Hey, can you put some bacon on for me?" Owle asked, mentally nudging her with the location of the package. "You can't ruin bacon, can you?"

Flare's skill in ruining food was legendary...at least between the two of them. Ever since Owle had first been conned into letting Flare "cook" something for her, Owle had never again let the demoness near a stove, cookfire, or hotpot. She'd rather eat most things raw than try them after Flare had done..whatever it was she did to them.

Oh no. Her sister was roping her into a tournament, she was not getting away with refusing to help make breakfast. "Yes, please," Owle replied cheerily, a big grin on her face. "It should be interesting, if nothing else."

And she started humming as she flipped over her pancakes.

"Flare!" Owle hastily snatched the pan from the stove. "That's too much at once, it'll never fry that way, the ones at the bottom'll get all burnt and the ones on top won't cook at all..."

Shaking her head, Owle arranged it all the right way...ending up doing most of the work herself, anyway. "Can you just...watch it for me, and change the pieces when a few are done? You can handle that much for me, right?"

Owle, who had just finished taking the latest batch of pancakes off the stove, panicked. "No, no, no!" she shouted. "Flare! You'll totally ruin it if you do that!" She reached for Flare's hands, flames or no flames, and gently pulled them away from the bacon. "I want the food to be edible when I'm done with it."