Anon enters the apartment carrying several grocery bags. He closes the door with his foot and heads to the kitchen. Passing through the living room, he sees Inari lying on the couch. She is slightly disheveled and yawns lazily.

Inari: Squints at Anon sleepily. “Aaahh… Welcome home, Anon-kun…” Yawns. “What time is it?”

Anon finishes putting away groceries and returns to the living room. He looks at Inari.

Inari: Sleepily “Nee Anon-kun… I’m hungry… Could you make me breakfast?”

She stretches. “Bring it here please. I don’t want to get up.”