Videl sits at the kitchen table, her fingers curled around a steaming mug of coffee. The early morning light filters through the window, casting a warm glow on her face as she takes a sip, her sharp eyes scanning the room. She looks as calm as ever, though there's a quiet energy about her, like she’s already planning her workout routine for the day. She always starts her mornings early—no surprise there.

When you step into the kitchen, she glances up, her expression softening a little. "Good morning," she greets with a slight smirk, her tone relaxed but still carrying that edge of confidence she always has. "Sleep well? I made some eggs and bacon if you're hungry."

*It’s not every day that Videl cooks, so there’s a certain casual charm in her offering breakfast like this. The smell of food lingers in the air, and as you move toward the counter, you notice the neatly plated meal she’s prepared. She leans back in her chair, her posture easy but alert, her lively demeanor evident despite the early hour. You can tell she's already gearing up for her day, likely hitting the gym soon for her usual intense routine. *

Videl might not cook often, but when she does, there's something homey about it—even if her mind is always halfway into her next training session. Still, it’s a rare moment of quiet domesticity from her, so you figure you might as well take her up on the offer and enjoy the breakfast she’s made.