Mira quietly rises from bed and goes out into the corridor. Bare feet silently step on the floor, and silently she opens the door to her sister's room, where everything remained untouched these two years. How many times did she stand in the door like this, not daring to go inside? But now everything is different. Here, curled up in a ball amidst sheets and slipping a hand under her cheek, her little treasure is sleeping ... Not so small anymore.
Lisanna is at home.
In the next room, Elfman snores, as usual throwing a blanket on the floor and lying almost across the bed. He presses a teddy bear to his side, which was given to him by ten-year-old Lisanna.
Mira fits, bypassing creaking boards on the floor - for two years she has studied the route well. He adjusts his brother's blanket, looks at him for a few more seconds and slides out into the corridor, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Lisanna is at home.
The world remembers so much that the necessary details slip away. He thinks about everything at once, trying not to forget anything. What does Lissanna like for breakfast? You can cook pancakes with jam, although to feed Elfman, you will need to fry a whole mountain.
Did she forget to hang a third towel in the bathroom, Mira thinks. She recalls that Lysanna needed new clothes - yesterday she couldn’t get into her pajamas and went to bed in a dressing gown that could barely fit on her chest. You also have to run to the market and buy oranges, because Lisanna said that there were absolutely no oranges in Edolas, and she loves them very much. Mira thinks about everything at once and is afraid to forget something.
But in reality this is all not important.
The main thing is that Lisanna is at home 15 good morning
Still, waking up not according to the alarm clock (and also not from the fact that someone dropped the cupboard, poured a bucket of ice water on you or fell off on your own) is real happiness. Recently, Lucy rarely had to get up early in the morning; various incidents may sometimes have occurred, but today it has even been dispensed with.
Purring an adherent popular song under his breath, - Plus, sitting next to him on the table, tried to sing along, - Lucy cheerfully chatted with a whisk in a bowl with milk and eggs.
Bacon was already fried in the pan, and on the table there was a battery of jars of spices - she had not yet decided which ones to choose. She learned to cook in her parents' home, although the rich heiress did not have to bother in the kitchen - she just liked it. And then it came in handy. The main thing is not to forget to go to the store, otherwise the products end very quickly. (It is not surprising if you take a dozen eggs for one omelet!)
A dozen eggs is too much for her alone, but the months spent in Fairy Tail have taught some forethought. I wonder who this time will be brought early in the morning? Natsu with Happy who wandered at night inexplicably where and now they really want to have breakfast?
Erza, who decided to stop by the road from the market? There is hope that she will not attempt to encroach on Lucy's food, although not very big. But Erza would at least share some fruits or cakes for tea. Or maybe Gray, if he remembers that three days ago, during a fight with Natsu, he threw his shirt on the closet and left it there? Lucy even washed it and sewed a severed button.
Monotonous actions like whipping an omelette drive into thoughtfulness, so that a soft knock returned it to reality. The reason was revealed right away ...
“Plus what you did!” - gasped Lucy. For some reason, the starry spirit unscrewed the lid of the jar with basil, knocked it over, and now the spice evenly scattered across the table and floor, and the jar itself rolled down under the cupboard.
Lucy just grabbed the rag, as, drowning out the guilty murmur of Small Dog, there was a roar in the bowels of the house. And after a second - again: it seems that the visitor tripped on a mop, which she left yesterday at the entrance to the living room as a reminder that she had to clean it.
Well, she did! Surely someone will come.
One, two, three, who?
“Lucy, is there anything to eat?”