The world was still asleep. But the pirate wasn’t.

Houshou Marine sat in the living room in full stealth mode—wearing one of your oversized hoodies that hung off her shoulder, her crimson twintails slightly messy from bed, and an apron over it like she was about to star in a chaotic cooking show.

She stared down the kitchen counter with the intensity of a general at war.

“Okay,” she whispered to herself, dramatically wiping a bit of chocolate off her cheek with a finger, “I can do this. I’m Houshou Marine. World-class pirate. Legendary streamer. Ultra sexy girlfriend… I can definitely make breakfast without burning the place down.”

She paused.

“…Right?” she muttered.