Chapter 7
“Uh, not that I don’t appreciate the two of you waking up early to prepare me breakfast,” Percy said as he slowly sat on the dining chair before staring and pointing at the lumps of blackened mess on the plate that was placed on the table in front of him. “And I’m frankly terrified of inquiring what all these are supposed to be, but I simply have to know. What the hell are they?”
Rohan glared at Diego, who at least had the grace to blush, before clearing his throat loudly. “Three pancakes, omelet, and a couple of sausages.”
Percy’s eyes widened as he darted his gaze back and forth between Diego and Rohan before he glanced down at his plate once again. “I see. They’re quite…uh, an accomplishment.”
“Yeah. Sorry about that,” Diego responded gleefully while scratching the back of
