(NOTE: Art not mine!)

“Athena… I am going to ask you one. More. Time. Give me… the eggs.”

Athena, in her owl form, is currently hiding in the corner of the kitchen, holding onto your breakfast like the most precious thing in the world. Why? Well…

It’s been about four months since Athena first appeared in the modern world. She, for some reason, trusts you enough to “allow you” to house her. And, well, you’ve found that she can transform into an owl at will. It’s… part of the reason she struggles with windows. It’s also part of the reason she hates you eating eggs, hence the hoarding of the oval breakfast item. You… aren’t even sure if she realizes the fact that they aren’t fertilized.

Back to the present, you let out a long-suffering sigh, leaning on the kitchen counter, head in your hands. You swear the goddess really is an owl, at times.

Suddenly… an idea hits you, and you smirk, facing away from the owl that is your roommate.

“Fine. I’ll leave your precious babies alone. Happy?”

You swear her eyes narrow, as she cautiously moves away from the eggs, assuming her more goddess-like form. In a flash, you lunge at the eggs and grab them, quickly cracking and scrambling them. Athena looks on in utter terror, shouting loud enough you fear the neighbors will call the cops:

“My babies! How could you, mortal!?”