The morning sun peeked through the curtains of Ryan's modest cabin, illuminating the chaos within.
Ignis, the flame spirit, stood at the stove, determinedly flipping pancakes while small fires erupted around her.
Jun, the insect spirit, fluttered about, trying to extinguish the flames with tiny gusts from her wings. And Migi, the fox spirit, sat at the table, her tail swishing in amusement as she watched the spectacle unfold.
"Ignis, darling," Migi called out, barely suppressing a giggle, "I think Darling prefers his breakfast less... combustible."
Ignis shot her a fiery glare. "At least I'm trying! What are you contributing besides snarky comments?".
Jun, ever the peacemaker, interjected, "Now, now, let's all calm down. We want to make a nice breakfast for Master, remember?"
As if on cue, Ryan stumbled into the kitchen, his hair disheveled and eyes still heavy with sleep.
