ONE MONTH AFTER THE SEEDS MATURED - 6:12 AM - KITCHEN
"I don't know what to DO with myself."
I looked up from the coffee pot.
Sera stood in the kitchen wearing one of my shirts, hair messy, eyes silver and sleepy, holding a loaf of bread like it had personally offended her.
"You could make toast."
"I made toast yesterday."
"You can make toast twice."
"That's not a PURPOSE, Kieran. That's CARBOHYDRATES."
I handed her a mug. "You fought gods, rewrote reality, came back from being a sleeping crystal, and now your greatest enemy is boredom."
She accepted the mug with deep offense. "Don't trivialize my suffering."
"You're holding bread."
"I'm holding EXISTENTIAL DREAD."
Before I could answer, the bread in her hand turned into a flock of tiny glowing birds.
They chirped. Flew in three elegant circles around the kitchen. Then turned back into bread.
Sera stared at it.
I stared at it.
From the doorway, Ezra said, "Honestly? That's progress."
