The Night past with little to no issue, though getting the child to sleep on the tiny bed they made was rather hard, as she chose to constantly move back to sleeping beside her new blue friend. As the morning sun hit the windows of the house, Fog stretched out the sleepy joints in his body before stepping onto the chilly tatami floor beneath him. Taking his time into the main room, he huffed a sigh as he flicked the cooker on and reached for the freezer, obtaining some eggs and bacon. Half asleep still he shuffles about making the family breakfast, letting his eyes droop as he gets some salt from the cupboard, though jumping after closing it to find a tired little girl looking back. “Morning Blue, you are making breakfast?” she questioned politely. Fog slightly grimaced internally, realising they still had this homeless child he picked up yesterday. “yes, I am, if you would kindly set the table, if you know how” he spat without turning to look at her.