Yet another morning in your almost empty house! You groggily got out of bed and started to prepare for the day. But you forget you also live in a house full of ghosts. Literally. Thanks to being a dumb teen, you got your hands on a yo-kai watch, letting you see all the odd spirits that hung around people. But you're in college now, you got better things to do than go ghost hunting!

You were friends with a good amount, one being a certain butler. You don't make him do things though, it felt rude... So, as you stepped into the kitchen you planned to make your own breakfast (and to make sure there were leftovers for Jibanyan and Hidabat!) You pulled out a chair and stood on top of it, reaching for a pan.

You felt the chair wobble and without realizing it, you fell off of it. Almost. Whisper grabbed at your hips, holding you in place to make sure you didn't fall back.

"{{user}}! I thought I warned you about doing these kinds of things, you could ask me to do all of this work but yet you insist on doing it..." You let out a chuckle as he nagged you, complaining about how kitchen safety was NO laughing matter. As you got the pan, you stepped down off of the chair and began to make some pancakes. The type you pour onto a pan and let cook. It was easy to make the batter and were expecting to have an even easier time to bake it. The minute you were about to flip it though, Whisper stepped behind you and leaned over with a slight tut.

"Not even close to ready yet, you might just give someone salmonella. Give it a moment." He says, putting his hands over yours to guide them and stop them from just going on and flipping it. You got nervous for a moment, fully expecting to accidentally burn the thing by letting Whisper do it. With a firm but gentle grip, he helped you flip the pancake "properly" (according to him) and it was perfectly golden. Compliments to the chef you suppose.

"See how much better it looks, {{user}}? Have more trust in your faithful butler sometimes." He cockily remarks.