Chapter#04

A yellow ball of light zipped into the room and landed on the table, transforming into a tiny woman with wings and black stripes across her body.

"Good morning Daisy." Mike slowly used his hands to sign the words.

Good morning, she signed back, then hopped over to Beth, who had already poured some of her coffee into a tiny cup. Daisy took it and sat on the edge of the sudoku book, interested in Reggie's progress.

Yuki walked into the room a few seconds later, her hair a tangled mess. The kitsune yawned and sat down two chairs away from Sofia, then reached out to help herself to a slice of bacon.

"Rough night?" asked Mike.

"Kind of. I was up late painting a new tarot card." Yuki had learned how to imbue tarot cards with magic, a skill that took a lot of time and concentration. It would be years before she could replenish her deck, but it wasn't as though she had any other projects, other than occasionally helping the naga Ratu.

"Which one?" Mike asked.

"Four of Swords." Yuki grabbed another piece of bacon, and Mike couldn't help but notice the dirty look that Sofia gave her. It was obvious that the cyclops still hadn't forgiven Yuki for turning her to stone, and he made a mental note to talk with her about it later. "Only six more cards in that suit to go once I'm done."

"How long will that take you?"

"Maybe a year." She snuck another piece of bacon and sniffed the air, her nose wrinkling up. "Does someone need to take the garbage out?"

Moments later, Dana walked in. Yuki's cheeks turned red, and she focused her attention on putting some eggs on a plate and grabbing a piece of french toast. The zombie sat down at the end of the table, and her sad eyes swept over the serving plates.

"Smells delicious."

"You'll get to eat normal food again." Mike set his coffee down. "Do you want me to get you some of your food?"

"Um... yeah, if you don't mind." Dana leaned forward and poured herself a cup of coffee. Vapor hovered over the hot mug, and she wrapped her fingers around it. She let out a small sigh. "That feels good on my hands."

Mike stood up and ran for the fridge. Inside the vegetable crisper was a box of shot glasses. Each one had a plastic lid, and inside was a concentrated version of his semen, combined with a few other elements. It was a recipe that Zel had taught anyone willing to learn, and it helped Dana stave off her hunger. He brought it back and handed the shot glass over.

"Thanks." She popped the top off the shot glass and looked across the table. "Anyone else want some cream?"

Tink snorted, then grabbed her nose in agony when a piece of bacon shot out. The rest of the table just looked at her, unsure if she was joking or not.

Her lip hooked up in a grin, and she poured the spooge concoction into her coffee. There were a few dribbles stuck inside the glass, and she hooked a finger in to retrieve it when Daisy fluttered over and held up her tiny cup.

"Oh. I was just kidding, but you'll totally drink some too, won't you?" Dana used her nail to retrieve some spunk from the glass and scraped it across the top of Daisy's tiny mug. The little fairy seemed to be waiting as Dana stirred her coffee with a spoon, then lifted it.

"Cheers, bug." said Dana, and they clinked glasses. Daisy slammed hers in one go, wiping her lips off with her forearm. Like the other fairies in the house, Daisy was capable of transmuting sexual fluids into magic, and sparks now sprayed across the table from her wings.

Mike took his time enjoying breakfast. The conversation was largely casual, and once everybody was done, they went their separate ways. Mike wandered into the kitchen with Sofia, intent on helping her with the dishes. The kitchen had received a massive overhaul last month, and now featured some top of the line appliances as well as an extra large sink. The cyclops was filling the sink with warm water when he joined her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked her, picking up a sponge and scrubbing debris off of a large skillet. He ran it under the faucet, marveling at how quickly it cleaned up. Buying a new set of cookware had definitely paid off.

"Talk about what?" Sofia's tone revealed that she knew exactly what Mike was referring to.

"You and Yuki. You two clearly don't get along." He handed her the pan and she picked up a towel and rubbed it dry.

"You're right, we don't. And frankly, we don't have to." She put the pan away and opened up the dishwasher. "But I'm guessing you aren't going to let it go, are you?"

"Nope." He started handing her plates to load, pausing on occasion to scrape something off. Tink had assured him that the dishwasher could handle the extra food stains, but he had always had junk appliances and old habits die hard. "The way I see it, she feels the same way. Or can tell you don't like her."

"Then why don't you go ask her if you care so much?" Sofia turned around to put a plate in the dishwasher.

Mike rolled his eyes, but made sure to snap them back when she faced him once more. It was always unwise to antagonize the cyclops. "I would like to hear it from your perspective."

Sofia groaned, and leaned against the counter. She was so tall that this just pushed her breasts forward through her apron, and Mike felt the gravity of her breasts pulling his gaze, but was able to resist. "It's hard to explain."

"For someone who reads so many books, I find it hard to believe that the words are beyond you." He dried his hands on a towel and waited. Technically, she could easily just push him aside if she wanted, but he could see the indecision on her face. "Just do your best, okay?"