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"And I enjoy messing with peoples' heads." An elf who makes cookies - among other baked goods - and at the same time capable of fighting large scale battles almost single-handedly did make for a conflict in the minds of those who were brainwashed by the myths about her kind. But the idea of the little cookie elves taking on an army was amusing in itself. It had been a long while since she was able to exert herself like that. Ever since guns took over the battlefield things became less interesting and so she couldn't find a good fight for ages. So she and Ama had it out every so often. It just usually ended up a stalemate for various reasons. "There's always more baked goods. An unlimited supply. I think that was even from one of your Black Books, too." And a weird book it was. A baker named Patrick kept insisting she make odd dishes or do simple tasks and celebrated everything with a ridiculous point system. "But as I said, 'anything'. I'm always willing to push my limits and I know you're really good at doing that."

Amarante's size didn't really matter to Hyde. She just liked to poke fun at her about it every so often because of the amusing reactions her friend would give. Not being bloody - or sweaty - herself, Hyde did not mind the brief interlude. "Go ahead and bathe, kitty. I'll wait."

"Now Ama-cha~ Why would you think it has been my head that has been messed with? After ten millennia I am as sane as the next immortal being, yes?" That question had a rhetorical tone to it. Not that Amarante would have had any real answer for her. She had been trapped in the ground for a good long while, all alone, and that wasn't good for anyone's psyche. Even now she seemed to be confused about the contents of those books she liked to employ often. Why couldn't there be a baking tentacled monster? Did that all have to be evil sex freaks that attacked Japanese women? "Hello~ Haven't you ever heard of a 'cook book'? Why can't there be a black version of those?" Completely valid question, no doubt. No possible room for error in logic or judgement at all. Nope.

Now Amarante was playing the flip side of the height coin in her favor. While it was good and fun to make those comments, she did have the advantage at times. Particularly when she made portals like that. Convenience only ever meant convenient for the demon, not her elfy friend, unless an emergency situation came up where she needed to get through. Which was never. Not that it really bothered her. Spatial distortions usually left Hydecchi queasy and dizzy for a good hour and she was quite certain Ama did not want to deal with the elf emptying the contents of her stomach in her room. That would likely ban her from social bathing even longer as well as new commentary about her being stinky, dirty, and otherwise the opposite of the demon's impeccable hygiene. But that didn't stop her from tossing a small brown bag through the portal behind her friend. Was it cookies? Or was it dog poo that had been meant for someone else? Only Amarante would be able to find out if she decided to open the bag. It certainly weighed enough to contain a dozen cookies...

Instead, Hyde took the option to walk to Ishetum. That was the plan, anyway. After her trip back down the elevator and out the door of the cafe her mind had had time to wander. "Oh, I'm low on some ingredients. I was going to make some more cookies later... Ah! There's the market." Durem had quite the import goods when it came to foodstuffs. Not as good as Gambino, but that place was a little too... Testosterone-y for her tastes. And full of people so shallow that high tide didn't even get their toes wet. She didn't have a list - not even in her head - but Hyde seemed to know exactly what was missing from her spice racks and cupboards that it would seem that any room for ancient memories had been replaced by cooking. Particularly baking. And Patrick the Seeker was always bothering her for something. Freedom. Sustenance. Not being crammed into a void-space box all the time. But it was much better to have than any cookbook ever printed. Hey! She could make one of those. There were some recipes known to them that had not been seen since ancient times - or never seen on this material plane. Hmm... On second thought that might get her sued. Particularly when someone completes a dish and it tries to steal their mind. Pass. But for now there was a world of ingredients to explore. There wasn't anything else going on today, right?

Yesterday was yesterday at this point. Hyde had gotten to bed some time before the sun came up, but well into today. After so many centuries time started to lose its 'oomph' and so she slowly stopped paying attention to it. Only stores and other peoples' sleep schedules really determined anything. But she still needed sleep herself or she'd go crazy(-er) and so had crashed at Ama's place that night.

Now it was morning, or something, because she was vaguely aware of being poked by someone not used to poking. They had a lot of nerve to come up and do that to a murderous elf, so it was someone she knew. That was all that she needed for her next action.

Rather than stir and get out of bed like someone not Hyde (or Ama, for that matter) she grabbed the prodding hand's arm and pulled Miyabi to the bed with her and snuggled as though she were a pillow or fluffy pet. "Nnnno, five more hours, please~" She wasn't totally sleepy, but her words were still groggy, but her hold was pretty strong. Still, the smell of breakfast was in the air...

It was never very easy to get Hyde out of bed when she didn't want to go, but when someone is actually strong enough to physically remove her then she did have to concede the point. Not that she couldn't dispatch of anyone unwanted, but Miyabi was one of the chosen few who could do such a thing and retain all of their bones intact - for multiple reasons.

The trip down the stairs wasn't really a problem, either. Minor impacts like the stone stairs didn't really feel like anything but a tap when one's hair was thick enough to be kneaded and the rest of your body armored enough to make the knights of old jealous. All this was beside the point and purely something to occupy her mind while she was transported to the breakfast table.

After Miyabi left Hyde adjusted herself in the chair and even straightened the robe to make it a little more comfortable. "Such a darling child you have. With a little work she could be like me~" The world wasn't ready for a second Hyde, let alone one that was a goddess.

Hydecchi stifled a yawn behind her hand as she listened to her friend pine on about parenthood. Some time, long before even Amarante's grandmother was born, Hyde had been a mother. Then... A lot of stuff happened. A lot of grieving and lamenting her fate. She knew the circumstances surrounding both Miyabi and Neneko - wherever she was at - and was still debating if her friend had it harder than she did so many millennia ago...

But those were not the thoughts for breakfast. Or anytime. She had long since gotten over that pain. But then why did it so readily come to mind? "Yes." The reply was in general to what Amarante had offered for breakfast. Everything sounded good and Hyde was still half asleep. Idly grabbing at a cup of coffee managed to dip her fingers into the steaming brew before she grabbed a hold of the mug and pulled it closer leaving a trail of coffee behind it. "Why did you have to have me dragged out of bed?" It was a tired protest, but nothing could really be done about it now. "I could do with another thirty hours of sleep~"

A leery glare surfaced from the table under her loose hair and was directed at the fussy demon. Something was up and it made her ears twitch. She really needed more sleep before dealing with... Whatever was planned. There was too much preparation this morning. "You're acting awfully suspicious this morning." That was that. Hyde was not one to beat around bushes or act coy. That was for those with brain matter to spare. Her's was already at a premium and couldn't waste it on trivialities.

Whatever was in store Hyde was going to lay claim to the food she wanted first. Everyone else could fight her for it. Good luck to them. emotion_eyebrow

Hey, Hyde was supposed to be the crazy one here! Ten thousand years plus would make anyone crazy. Amarante had a long way to go to catch up on her. "I agree with Miya-pi. Where do you have a pig and why? Or is that a pet name for your new plaything?" From what she had seen and heard already it certainly sounded like the catty demon was playing with the awkward man-thing.

Hokey smokes did she really play around with him like that? Is that what she's so nervous about? Hydecchi wasn't sure just what she would do if there was going to be another half-demon running around. Durem was already full of enough supernatural beings that she was thinking it might be time to stop obeying the few laws she already largely ignored and begin killing some of them off. There was a particular lovely next door, though, whom would be spared. That yard, however...

With everything going round and round in her mind Hyde's outward appearance seemed to grow slightly and her coffee mug cracked ever so slightly. That was horrible mistake number two.