[NEXT MORNING: 7 AM]
Alex woke to the smell of burning.
He shot upright—or tried to, but Naga's arms had wrapped around him during the night and he was effectively pinned.
"What—"
"STAY CALM!" Sally's voice came from the kitchen area. "EVERYTHING IS FINE! I'M JUST MAKING BREAKFAST!"
Smoke was billowing from the toaster.
Drakar was standing next to the stove, examining the flames from a pan with academic interest.
"The eggs appear to be combusting," he observed. "Is this normal?"
"NO!" Alex managed to extract himself from Naga's protective coils and rushed to the kitchen. "Sally, what are you—"
"I was trying to make breakfast for your friends!" Sally said, wielding a spatula like a weapon. "But the toaster has BETRAYED ME and the eggs are ANGRY and I don't understand why everything is on FIRE—"
