"Good morning, Mala!"
“..Good morning, cookie~” Mala is still a moment slow in responding, but it feels good to hear. Especially from Corey. She stretches a cover over one Pokémon’s breakfast and pokes another away. “Ah ah, wait for everyone else, Jaffa. Corey, your breakfast is ready in the oven. You were so sound asleep, I didn’t want to wake you. Liquorice, dai, stop trying to trip me.”








