>The next day
>You wake up early
>Too early
>9PM early
>Thinking back you recall changing your sleep schedule to better suit interacting with the night active population of the forest
>You drag your tired ass out of bed and head downstairs to make food for you and Orange
"Ugghh..."
>Digging through the kitchen you settle on eggs, toast and a glasse of orange juice for yourself
>After remembering the stuff her mother dropped of you open another cupboard and pull out a few mapletree bark shavings and some thin mint leaves with a side of OJ
>Everything the picky mothfilly loves
>You set your wooden table and head across the cabin to wake up the still sleeping Moth
>Banging on the door you loudly announce
"Wake up Orange, It's past 8 already."
>You hear muffled groans behind the door as she works her way out of bed
>Heading back to the table you sit down just in time to see a messy haired Orange Pop walk out of your guest room
"Sleep well?"
>She mumbles something about waking up early before taking her seat at the table and digging in
>You both sit in silence as you eat