Upcoming trouble.

Moon God stared blankly at the plate in front of him. It does not have much on it. Just some scrambled eggs.

Then he lifted his head and looked at the kitchen and then at San which were showing the scene after a war.

San smiled excitedly as she wanted him to taste those eggs.

Moon God lifted his hand and picked the egg shell from her hair wondering how it reached there.

"G e m i n i e, ... w h y... a r e... n o t... e a t i n g .. i t?

D o... y o u... w a n t... a ... t o a s t?"

She looked excited and he smiled softly before picking the spoon.

"S o,... y o u... m a d e.. s c r a m b l e d... e g g s."

He causally spoke while San scratched her head.

"W e l l,... I... w a n t e d... t o... m a k e... s o m e... f r i e d ... e g g s... b u t... t h e y... b u r n t.

S o... I... d e c i d e d... t o... m a k e... o m e l e t t e...r i c e.

A n d... I... e n d e d ... u p... m a k i n g... s c r a m b l e d... e g g s."