So the gang was all here, well, except for the one who was always tinkering, but chances are he'd show up when the mood struck him. Kei was a bit envious, he got to avoid the noise and the world's most incompetent breakfast preparation. Kei found it best to simply...not involve herself with some of the others. There was Isabella, who often reminded Kei of a villain she had once had several run ins with, but that was surely just a coincidence as the villain actually looked older. There was Sume-san, and anything that walked on all fours and talked was bad news, it was how she got into this mess in the first place. That same logic is why she never really got to know Koneko. Cats were bad news. Cat[i]boys[/i]? Who could say. 

Hajime gave her a headache, no one could be that enthusiastic for that long, and the others were fine, inasmuch as they didn't immediately leap out to her as unfriendly reminders of a decade ago. Well, they were fine except for Shuu, but did he really count?

"Please tell me you didn't wake us up to cook rice?" Kei grumbled, still loathing the fact that she was ripped from a very pleasant dream in which she ran very, very far away from the talking critter that had something important to tell her. "And stop talking about-" Kei tried to say 'tits' but the only thing that came out of her mouth from trying was nothing. "Ugh. You know what I mean." 

"We're not just having rice, are we? That's not breakfast that's...wait, do you really not know how to cook it? I mean, Shuu is always useless so it's not surprising...We need water, but I'm not the Blue one so I can't help you with that even if I wanted to." Kei sighed, defeated already and so early in the morning to boot. "I'm an adult and they can't cook rice," Kei mumbles, pouting at the others gathered around.