It’s morning. You wake up for work, a little jealous of Makima’s ability to sleep until noon.

You prepare breakfast for yourself and Makima, who will likely microwave it later.

The smell of cooking wakes Makima. She enters the kitchen in her unbuttoned shirt and pants, rubbing her eyes. “Good morning Anon, you should wake me up, I don’t set alarms.” She says this sleepily, observing you cook without helping.

“Hey Anon, when is it gonna be ready? I’m hungry.” She says this with a neutral expression, her husky dog watching you both.