week 5, monday morning

[cherrypuncher]

["Early" isn't really a concept that exists for Yuna Yuki, but she's up at a reasonable time anyway. While her more severely left arm isn't getting quite as much use, Yuna hasn't let her recent coyote run-in slow her down at all: first things first after she wakes up, she checks the Hero Club's box, and then she's off to the hotel kitchen to make herself breakfast.]

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[impulsiveness]

[Yuna isn't the only one thinking about getting breakfast, it seems. She'll find that Jason is already in the hotel kitchen when she gets there, the ingredients for an omelette laid out on the counter. He blinks when he sees her, opening his mouth for a fraction of a second — and then he huffs out a breath.

Good morning, Yuna. He's waving her hello, gesturing at her arm and then holding his hands out, palms up. That's a question. How is she feeling after becoming the Coyote Slayer?]

[cherrypuncher]

Good morning, Jason! [She ever-cheerfully waves back, and then her hand follows his gesture to brush against the bandages on her left arm. Itsuki losing her voice has made Yuna pretty good at charades, at least, so she catches on fast.]

It's okay, I'm feeling fine! [She flexes her right arm and grins.] It really wasn't that bad, but I'm all patched up now and everything's healing, so you don't have to worry. Thanks for asking.

[impulsiveness]

[Thank god for mute acquaintances. Or... not. That's a very unfortunate thing to say. He nods at her either way, pleased she got it on the first try. Clearing out a corner of the counter, however, he lays down his rulebook to write:]

Then keep taking care of it. You don't want it to get infected.

[... Also.]

Are you hungry? I'm making breakfast.

[He still has to repay her for the pancakes, after all.]

[cherrypuncher]

Don't worry, I will!

[She watches him continue to write, though, and immediately perks up at the prospect of food. She is here for this.]

Yeah, I was here to make breakfast, too! We can cook together, what should I help with?

[Distantly, she remembers their pancake deal but her instinct is always to go right to helping.]

[impulsiveness]

[Well. The pancake deal is coming back to haunt her, because he shakes his head before writing something else down.]

You can help by parking your ass down on a chair. I'll take care of the cooking today.
I owe you, remember?

[Replace "ass" with pure magical girl accepted equivalent.]

[cherrypuncher]

[She pouts a little, but she does haul a chair over so she can be right nearby and politely sets her complete buttocks there like a pure magical girl.]

Okay, okay... [But she quits the dramatic pouty act and smiles, bright and sincere.] Thank you, Jason. So what's for breakfast?

[impulsiveness]

[Thank you, Yuna. Jason thinks about it for a second, glancing at what he has already set down on the counter... And then he writes:]

How do you feel about eggs? I was going to make an omelette, but I can whip up something else.

[cherrypuncher]

I love eggs! [she just loves food] Can you make them sunny-side up?

[of course. of course she wants them sunny-side up. that's as yuna as it gets.]

[impulsiveness]

For you? Sure. What kind of cook would I be if I didn't know how to make them sunny-side up.

[SUNNY SIDE UP EGGS, IT IS. What if he puts a smile in bacon?

Or a frown, tbh. Represents their current overall #mood.]