Ah, breakfast. Marketed as the most important meal of the day! That essential first taste of food after a good night's rest, to set you in motion for what comes later. Annalise herself was quite famished. Understandably so! She'd spent all day last night in bed with a really cute boy.
That didn't quite come out right, and she was very glad that her internal monologue was still functional, otherwise something bad might have happened to her, right then and there. Gulp. No, really, the exhausting part was actually getting out of bed - wait, that still didn't seem like the best phrasing - the hardest part was not waking him up, or letting anyone else know that she had spent all night having a very good sleep resting her head on his cutesy chest.
There. Better. Not perfect, but better. Also, no matter how she did phrase it, she knew she wouldn't finish the sentence alive. Or at least conscious.
For the time being, Neville was sitting at the table dressed up like a woman, yet again. And also being completely and totally convincing, much to Annalise's own chagrin. How did she - How did he do that so convincingly, so quickly? Come to it, the only reason she could even get it clear in her head that this was definitely, one hundred percent, a biologically definite man was the fact that she'd seen him with his top off in bed this morning and felt his - Ahem!
"Oh my word, Annalise my dear~" Elincia asked. "Are you not hungry at all? Do they not, perhaps, have rotom eggs in your world?"
"No, actually," Annalise replied. "Now that you mention it, I do not believe that I know what a rotom is."
"It's a feathered biped," Lusienne explained, sipping at some tea. "Typically white coloured. Tends to come up to about waist height at the highest. While they are technically capable of flight as they have wings, they tend to be too overweight to lift off."
Chickens. She was describing chickens. Annalise took her knife and her fork, then took a bite. Yes, this was in fact simply a sunny side up chicken egg. That's all it was, in the end. Anyway, that wasn't even why she was so nervous. Actually, she'd assumed it was a chicken egg to start with, but no - no that wasn't anything to do with her awkwardness right now!
The two of them were being far too... quiet. Not looking at the boy they were supposedly both crushing on. Or at least, not wanting to pretend to be crushing on? They were normally pretty tsundere, which in a breakfast situation usually means something like, you know...
'It's not like I made it for you especially, dummy!'
"Ah, how nice!" Neville said, cutely and innocently as ever, flashing a smile that made Annalise almost fall off her chair. So adorable! Far too adorable! Weapons grade cute! "Breakfast really was well made today, wasn't it?"
"It certainly was," came the instant agreement from Lusienne.
"Yes, though it would have been better had I made it," Elincia said. Ah, there we go, now the two of them are staring daggers at one another. That was a little more like -
Oooh, she felt giddy all of a sudden. As though someone had reached into her soul and pulled it inside out before putting it back the way it was meant to be. What in the world was -
Oh dear she was falling face down into her plate, how unfortunate and awkward for her.
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Neville's reaction to seeing his familiar quite suddenly topple over, fast asleep into her food was the only natural one available. Panic. I mean, obviously, what, did you think he was going to get up on the table and to the charleston?
"Annalise! Oh no!" Neville gasped in horror. "It must be my fault, I must immediately give you mouth to mouth -"
"No!" both of the other girls at the table yelped.
"Neville, my dear, think for a moment," Lusienne whispered in his ear.
"Isn't it possible that this is a trick?" Elicnia asked. "Consider - is it likely that you, a mighty mage of your own right, would have summoned a mere human girl from another world?"
"Or is it more likely that you summoned an evil, sneaky succubus who used your psychological blindspots to enter into a binding union with you?" Lusienne continued.
"So that she could steal all your magic, your will, your very soul away?"
Neville, for his part, looked between the two of them quite sincerely, and gave it some thought. Some really deep, careful thought. Succubus do exist. They have been summoned before as familiars by particularly strong mages. They do look a lot like humans, and they are quite sneaky, which led to the obvious conclusion -
"No!" he said in abject disbelief. "What's gotten into you two girls? Obviously Annalice isn't a succubus!"
"Well, how do you -" Lusienne asked.
"A succubus would have better fashion sense than this," Neville asked. Then he sniffed at the eggs. "Um... Some sort of mixture of Holy Water, and - are these runes underneath the plate? You've given her a huge energy rush, and it's burned her out. Oooh, you naughty girls, you! How could you do that to my precious familiar?"
Where other people might get cross, Neville... started to cry. Cutely. Some might say it's a more devastating attack. Those people would not be wrong about this. When Neville gets upset, Neville's eyes get big and watery, and his pupils get quite large, and then his eyes focus on you while his mouth does this dramatic downturn of the corners, while his little nose twitches threateningly, and -
"Waaaah! Annalise! Waaaah!"
"... Sh-she'll be fine if she's a normal human!" Lusienne tried to insist.
"Y-yes, quite so, quite so!" Elincia stammered out. "Of course, she's likely having a very strange dream right now - see how her leg is twitching out like that?"
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Gosh what a pleasant time Annalise was having back in reality. Obviously winding up in a fantasy world was quite artificial, especially when she had arisen in a world of witches, where she was the familiar of a boy who looked better in a dress than she did. That whole scenario was completely and obviously artificial, not like the real world where she originated from.
"More egg-tea, Miss Annalise?" her maid asked, dressed as always in her finest uniform, her egg-like features quite prominent today.
"Oh, I am getting quite full, to be honest!" Annalise said, not really complaining, not exactly - but still, she was having quite enough of eggs, especially considering how that dream ended. She lifted off the seat and started to fly around the room, to get a better view of things, then looked down to see her own body face down in a plate full of eggs.
She pouted, and tried to reach down to make herself be in a more dignified position, then noticed her hands were going right through her body.
"Obviously," she gently admonished herself. "Tut, tut, what am I thinking. Clearly that would happen, obviously. Everyone knows that when you astral project, you can't interact with yourself."
"Is that how it actually works in your reality?" a voice whispered in her ear. "Or is that simply dream logic at work?"
"Pretty sure it's dream log-" Annalise began, then stopped cold. "Hang on. Dream logic? So I'm still dreaming?"
"No, you're not dreaming," that voice said, turning Annalise slowly around, and - My, my. Those were a quite large pair of breasts she was almost hiding under those clothes she was almost wearing. A pair of batlike wings beat behind her. Annalise gulped nervously. "I'd say it's turned into something more of a nightmare," said the succubus with a big toothy, yet also weirdly erotic grin.
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