The next morning, you woke up to Zea was already awake, waiting for your permission to use your bathroom to freshen up. After the both of you took turns, the next topic of discussion went to breakfast.
"I usually just pour myself a bowl of cereal," you tell her.
"Ah, well then in that case, why don't I prepare it for you? If I'm to be your maid, it only makes sense," Zea offers.
"Alright, go ahead," you say. You were glad to hear she at least knew what cereal was.
With a confident grin, Zea slithers to your kitchen area. After searching your fridge and cabinets, she pulls out the box of cereal, a bowl, and finally the half filled jug of milk. However, rather than prepare your cereal, she kept searching throughout your kitchen area for something.
"Uh, what're you looking for?" you asked, confused.
"Stuff for your cereal. Fruit? Sugar? Where is it?" Zea asked.
"I...don't have any of that stuff."
"What? Then how do you eat cereal?" she asked baffled.
"Uh...in a bowl of milk?" you answer.
"...and?" Zea asked, obviously expecting more.
"Nothing else," you say, baffled about how this could confuse her so much.
"Really? Good god," Zea said, slightly horrified.
After a bit more explaining on how normal people eat cereal, she finally poored you your bowl. She spilt a bit on the counter, but she apologized and immediately got onto cleaning it up. As frustrating as it was, she was still new to this whole maid thing, and you still got your cereal, so you couldn't get mad at her. Now all there was is to wait for the locksmith to fix your door.
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