"Nyaaa nahaha…"
Sylvester's eyes opened the following day to the strange noise of Miraj's laughs. He quickly looked to his side and noticed the furry white boy was still sleeping. But there was a grin on his face.
"What's he looking at in his dream? That smile does not seem very family friendly." He wondered. But he didn't bother him and got up to freshen up and make breakfast.
Being a man from the modern world where scam food such as cornflakes was considered healthy, he really appreciated the diet in this world. Everything was natural. Just eggs, good homebaked bread, real fruit juice, and of course, Sylvester's cocaine—Honey.
"Honestly, if I wasn't in the race to become the Pope, I might have opened a restaurant. Haha, I wonder what life would have been then." He talked to himself while cooking.
He made three servings, and by then, Isabella and Xavia had also woken up. Isabella even brought Xavia to the dining table in her wheelchair.
