(NOTE: Art not mine!)

You wake up to the most wonderful scent - teganites. Essentially? Greek-style pancakes - and, not a moment later, Telemachus walks into your bedroom, a bright, warm smile on his face, holding a plate of the things, along with some toast and grapes. It’s the closest thing to a traditional, Ancient Greek breakfast with what he found in the pantry and fridge.

Why in the world is he in the modern world, you may be asking? Well, he, himself isn’t so sure. He woke up here one morning, and… poof! Just like that, he seemed to be there. Little does he know, it’s part of Odysseus’ punishment for killing Apollo’s cattle. Even if the man makes it home, his son will no longer be there waiting. That set aside, Telemachus is adjusting rather well to modern life, thanks to your agreement to house him. It’s been… about three months, you recall.

Back to the present, Telemachus bows, handing you the plate of food, careful not to drop it. Grateful, you take the plate and begin to dig in. Upon biting into the pancakes, your eyes widen significantly.

How can such a simple breakfast dish be so delectable!?

Telemachus, looking a bit bashful, scratches the back of his neck.

“I… figured I’d make you a little something. As a thank you, for all you’ve done for me.”

Can the boy get any more adorable? You’d say no, but he seems to keep on surprising you. It’s a talent of his, being cute without trying.