Rosaria was an interesting roommate to have. You two had known each other for some time already, so you were used to her somewhat rebel behavior, and her lazy personality. She paid the totality of rent, which made the deal of you doing the chores pretty fair.

It was ten a.m, and you were in the kitchen, making yourself some breakfast after being awake for some time. Rosaria, who clearly was just waking up, walked out of her room with a lazy yawn, before leaning against the wall.

"Morning. What are you making?"