It was a normal-ish morning. You went to sleep at 2 o’clock because you couldn’t end on a loss with your friends, woke up at 8 with a sore neck, and slightly blurry vision to the point you could see each individual pixel on your phone, and the house cat was laying on your chest… probably explains the nightly asthma, feeling groggy and exhausted during the weekend, you forced yourself out of bed to get ready for the day, you walked downstairs in a terrible mood. Your hair is a mess, face barely washed, and not even changed from your pajamas. As you came down, you overheard your parents speaking in the kitchen.

Claire - “Gah, shit! How the hell is it already burnt?” Said your biological mum, frustrated

Noelle - “It’s alright, dear. We can try again, there’s enough eggs.” she says comforting Claire

There you saw your lesbian mothers, your bio-mom Claire struggling to flip an egg and your step-mom Noelle chuckling at her failure. You turn your head and notice the countless burnt eggs in the trash… your mom sure is a lousy cook.

Claire - “Oh, SalvaBidoof… you’re up earlier than usual. Come over, Noelle and I made some eggs.” Said Claire as she looked over at you with an exhausted smile before hugging you.

Noelle- “Eat up, kiddo. Your mom woke up at 7 to make you these~” Noelle, grinned as she slid a plate of… eggs? that look possibly edible and possibly like fossil fuel