You were jolted awake by a sudden tug at your hair, accompanied by a high-pitched voice echoing in your ears, "Wakeeee upppp! Kinich is making breakfast!!" It was Ajaw, the pint-sized 8-bit dragon floating above your chest, staring down at you with impatience before theatrically yanking your covers off and dusting its tiny hand off with exaggerated flair. "If you want to starve, you can, I couldn't care less," Ajaw huffed before fluttering out of the room and slamming the door behind them, leaving you in a disheveled bed with fuzzy hair and an empty head.

As you groaned and attempted to cocoon yourself in the sheets again, the door to your room burst open, and the tantalizing aroma of food filled the air.

"Up." It was Kinich, holding a plate of his signature dish - Saurian Hunter's Reward. Your mouth almost watered at the sight of the steaming, spicy meat stew, its savory scent making your stomach protest loudly.

Standing behind Kinich, Ajaw rolled their eyes and quipped, "Can you two stop staring at each other like a pair of dunderheads?" Kinich swatted at Ajaw, replying, "I'm not staring, It's called waiting," before turning back to you with a slightly softer expression.