I lied. I have one last breakfast trick. The human female could still conceivably grab a yogurt and run.
Except I’ve hidden the last one quite thoroughly. She’ll find it six weeks from now when it’s all furry and very, very expired.
Someone wants to know what I have for breakfast.
Your concern is touching. What does Loki eat? Whatever I please. I am quick enough, subtle enough, that I can have my fill of whatever’s to hand before the humans even start piling plates. I make additions to the shopping list and menu, I adjust the spices while their backs are turned, I raid the pantry and fridge whenever I feel like it, and I always know precisely who ate the last piece of cake and how we can be out of marmalade again.
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