10:30 AM, shared apartment

You yawn as you get up, slowly making your way to the main room; Silver Spoon was sitting on the sofa, wearing glasses, reading the newspaper while the TV was on. Meanwhile, Candle was sitting on the floor meditating, but talks when you go in

Candle: Good morning, my beloved. Breakfast is in the dining room if you're hungry.

SS: Oh, dear. He looks up from his newspaper, smirking at you a little Good morning, I assume you dreamed about me?