Mystique woke up in the morning. She yawned and got up and stretched. She put her witchy clothes on and walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She wanted to make some breakfast for her guest, so she chanted, and she summoned an illusion of Nyx's favorite food, so that she could see what Nyx's favorite breakfast item was, so that she could actually cook. She cooked it up an prepared the table. She was a pretty good cook. "Breakfast is ready!" she yelled down the hall towards the bedroom.