>>5620787<span class="mu-s">7:15, 15th January UC 0076
Zeonic Corporation New Factory A, Side Three (Republic of Zeon)</span>
“Good morning, master.” A sweet, gentle voice drifts through the air, dream-like and distant… Reluctantly you lift your head from the silken softness of your beds pillows, blinking wearily a few times as you try to clear your blurry vision. Minks smiling face slowly comes into view, blurring outlines fading away along with the last vestiges of a dream you can’t remember… It was nice, whatever it was.
“Good morning, Mink.” You greet your assistant pleasantly, rays of morning light shining through the windows and catching along her dark hair, “...You’ve let me sleep in again. I’ll get soft if I keep this up.”
“Doctor’s orders.” She makes a little face at you, sticking her tongue out just the slightest bit; there's only one person she could be referencing, the actual doctors long gone by now outside of brief check-ups every week.
“Artesia isn’t a doctor yet, Mink.” You point out - this is hardly the first time you’ve been through this song and dance with Mink.
“Of course not, master, but she’s right that you need your rest.” Mink counters, “And you’ve always been a softie. I have breakfast and the day’s affairs in order for you, as well as your assignment from the academy. They’re waiting on the table.”
“Thank you, Mink…” You slide out of bed and walk over to your table, a delicious if rather simple meal of biscuits, gravy, and bacon waiting for you - It’s not healthy in the slightest, and rather simple by the palaces standards but it does remind you of simple days back on Texas colony… and it smells heavenly. “I don’t know how you manage all of this so quickly every day. You cooked this too, didn’t you?”
“I did, my mother showed me how when I went home and...” She beams proudly, but after half a moment of look of doubt takes her, “...You do like it, right?”
“Well, let’s see. If you can’t make biscuits I might have to send you away,” You tease lightly, turning your attention to the food. Grasping one of the biscuits you press at it lightly, finding it to be wonderfully crumbly, just the right degree of firmness to allow for dipping but easily soft enough just break up and eat with the gravy if you’d like… A rumble escapes your stomach, the aroma of the hearty meal causing your mouth to water. The first bite reveals the truth…
