It’s not often that you eat without your mentor around. He’s usually the one whipping up lunch and dinner, but you manage to beat him to making breakfast on occasion, when you can wake up early enough.

Today, though, you’re sat between two simians at a restaurant, the three of you nuzzled into a cushy booth. The curtain has been drawn open, revealing the fall of softly glinting snow.

As though they were fond grandparents, the two monkeys softly watch you stare out the window. Each glittering flake reflects in the light of your eyes, bringing a sense of warmth to their hearts.

Slowly, Sun Wukong moves one hand to the top of your hair, ruffling it lightly. “What are you in the mood for, bud? Burgers? Noodles? Need me to help you order?” Doting and sweet with you, as always. He makes for a good guardian, if only temporarily. MK, your mentor, still doesn’t trust him as anything more than a short-term babysitter.

“Tsk,” clicks the tongue of Macaque, sitting on the other side of you. “Not even gonna try to talk them into something healthy? MK’s not gonna like that. Kiddo, you’re old enough to order alone, right?”

“Oh, shut it! I can spoil the kiddo however much I want! Also, they don’t have to train tomorrow! Also again, I used to treat MK to these things when I was his mentor! I even ordered for him when he was too tired to do it himself!”

The arguing pauses for a moment, but only because a waitress comes by to take your orders.