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Shuu stood there silently, his hands on his hips, watching as the chaos he knew was sure to follow ensued. One by one the group had migrated from their rooms to the kitchen, just as he'd planned. After everyone had finished with their complaints, he spoke. Where to begin? "Good morning, Ata-chan."

"As for the rest of you," he examined each one in turn, then cleared his throat. "Koneko, for the last time you are not to sleep on the refrigerator. You have a perfectly good and empty room to use. And you two, Kei--" eyes on the magical girl, pouting, "--and Mishi, you cannot go back to sleep. We need to spend breakfast together, and getting pelted with potatoes would be painful. Bella, please be nice to Koneko, you know how kittens can be. Amami, Bella is definitely in my way, but I'd rather not have a repeat of what happened last time. Haruko, nothing's wrong, please stop apologizing. Finally," he let out a huge sigh, "Hajime, I do not have tits, and the tits that I do not have are very calm. Except for maybe Mishi's tits. She seems rather upset with me." With a smile, he gave the bookworm a wink.

"Ata-chan!" He yelled out unnecessarily loud. Might as well all crowd together in one small room for no reason at all. "Come on over here to the kitchen and join us. Looks like we're having rice this morning. Thanks a bunch, Sume-san." He took the bag from the sandshark. "Now, how do you cook this?" Shuu turned the bag this way and that, as if the tiny pieces of rice would whisper their secrets to him. "Ahh, maybe a spell would work! [I]Babluza, mafuza, kazam![/I]" Nothing changed. The rice was still uncooked in the bag. "Okay, maybe I just made that one up. Anyone know how to cook this?"