The next morning, Kenjiro awoke to the gentle sound of birds chirping outside his window. He stretched, feeling more rested than he had in days. He looked over and saw Lyrielle, already awake, sitting in a chair and reading a book, a small, shy smile on her face. The memory of his ridiculous "Peanut Butter Jelly Time" dance came flooding back, and a hot blush crept up his neck.
"M-morning," he mumbled, quickly getting out of bed.
They met the rest of the party in the inn's common room for breakfast. DragonSlayer was a wreck. He had dark circles under his eyes and was pointedly refusing to look in Bombom's direction, instead staring intently at his plate of eggs as if it held the secrets to the universe.
"Slept well?" Bombom asked, a teasing smirk on his face.
DragonSlayer just grunted in response, shoving a large piece of bacon into his mouth.
