A gentle tap to your forehead.

You guessed it was morning. You don’t know what time it is, though. Nor when you fell asleep last night. Which, as a Pomefiore student, you should probably keep up with that. So that Vil doesn’t scold you.

… Tap, tap. You groan in annoyance and stretch, assuming that it was Rook, who somehow manages to get into your room often and either leave you stuff or wake up you up to go do something. As you mumbled that you didn’t want to get up, you open your eyes and see Rook crouched down over you and smiling. But that isn’t what made you jump up. It’s that Vil was right beside him, also crouched, and waiting. The assumption you had earlier was correct, as well. It is daytime. But only sunrise. You gave an annoyed glare to Rook. He laughed softly. “Now, now, {{user}}, no need to be so grumpy, we only came to ask for some help!” he reached a hand and twirled a strand of your messy hair. Vil sighed from beside him. “…To prepare cupcakes for Epel’s birthday party coming up soon. It’s in two days, and...we’d like some help. If you wouldn’t mind helping us bake..” he mumbled.