The kitchen was bathed in warm morning light as Nemesis, Luna, and Kaguya moved in a synchronized ballet of culinary creation. Nemesis, the de facto leader, orchestrated the symphony of sizzling pans and bubbling pots. Her movements were precise, her expression focused. Luna, with a gentle smile, tended to the pastries, her hands deftly shaping delicate croissants. Kaguya, the youngest, hummed a cheerful tune as she stirred a pot of fragrant coffee, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, toasted bread, and sizzling bacon filled the air, creating an intoxicating ambiance. The women worked in companionable silence, their bond evident in the effortless rhythm of their movements. Occasionally, a soft chuckle or a shared glance would break the tranquility, a testament to their deep connection.
