Who: Drew, open to Eva, Cleo, or Sav When: Morning Where: Their apartment What: Breakfast!
Drew hummed happily to himself as he made breakfast, his robe swaying as he moved from island to fridge to stove. It was Saturday, he was in his very own place, and life was good. He'd even gotten to practice some spells, one of which was keeping the waffles he'd already made warm while he cooked up scrambled eggs and some bacon.
The coffee finished, and he almost dove for a mug, filling it and downing the entire thing black before making another the way he liked it. Then he made two more and set the same warming spell on them. This was fun. He did a little shimmy before going back to the stove, unaware he was being watched.