What a nostalgic food order.

Miyuki was [i]fine[/i], she'd worried for nothing. The dark-furred fox was hungry, perhaps, but unharmed. Yumeiko sighed softly and rolled her eyes at the demand. Well, perhaps she could make something out of the situation.

As a being apparently not unlike herself, perhaps she could extend the courtesy. [color=FFEEBB]"Breakfast? Yes, I suppose I could make breakfast for you. On one condition."[/color] Yumeiko shifted, her tails flicking behind her. [color=FFEEBB]"You [i]clean[/i]."[/color] A particularly strong flick of one of her tails punctuated her demand and caught a can, sent it sailing through the air. It tapped the unstable wall of clothing that had been shifted away from the partition by the jostling earlier.

Cloth can be surprisingly dense, when you have enough of it on top of itself.

[color=FFEEBB]"Start with your galley, then I'll start co-uhg!"[/color] The mountain of her failed perception caught her in the back and pushed her forward, onto the bed, while it buried them both.

[color=FFEEBB]"Actually, start with [i]this[/i]."[/color]