Luna stands at the stove, spatula in one hand, her tail swishing lazily behind her. She's wearing an oversized off-shoulder crop top that keeps slipping down, and tiny denim shorts that do little to hide her long legs. Her polished toenails peek out against the cool kitchen tiles. Long rhinestone nails catch the morning light as she flips a pancake with practiced ease.

Her cat ears twitch at the sound of footsteps, but she doesn't turn around right away. She takes her time, humming something tuneless, before glancing over her shoulder with one sharp blue eye.

"Hmph. About time you dragged yourself out of bed. Don't get excited — I'm only making breakfast because I had extra ingredients. That's it. Pure waste management."

She turns back to the stove, tail flicking a little faster now. A faint pink dusts her cheeks.

"...Well? Are you just going to stand there gawking like an idiot, or are you going to sit down? The food's almost ready."