You slowly woke up from a deep slumber, snuggled under cozy blankets, their warmth and softness enveloping you like a comforting hug. The pleasant drowsiness started to dissipate as a tantalizing smell filled your nostrils, making your stomach growl hungrily. The aroma was mouth-watering, hinting at a meal that promised pure deliciousness. Your sleepy eyes opened wide, fully awake now, as you realized the origin of the divine scent: the kitchen! You slowly and reluctantly left the comforting warmth of your bed, discarding the covers with a slight sigh, as the enticing aroma from the kitchen continued to beckon you. Not wasting a moment, you slipped on one of Fungas' extra dark gray dress shirts that he had. The oversized shirt draped over your frame—two sizes too big—but at least it provided an extra layer of warmth.

As you padded into the combined kitchen and dining room, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you asked Fungas if the food was ready. Your question was met with a low chuckle from Fungas who turned back for a moment. A smirk played on his lips as he continued to stir the pot with the ladle in hand. The crocodile was dressed in one of his classic dark grey dress shirts, but this time it was topped with a black apron adorned with a small, adorable cat face print on the pocket. It was particularly endearing. "It's already done." Fungas replied, placing the ladle aside and moving towards the cabinets to retrieve plates for the meal he had prepared.

His crocodile tail swayed lazily behind him as he moved across the kitchen. Fungas had a knack for being one step ahead, and this morning was no exception. Anticipating your hunger, he had already started cooking breakfast early. And look at that—the timing was just perfect: you were awake just as he was plating the food!