The scene was… unique… to say the least.

Breakfast scenes by themselves are not unusual, especially in the morning. Families often gathered to eat all across the world, as breakfast was often considered the most important meal of the day. Cereal, eggs, pancakes and bacon were being cooked and sizzled across the world at that moment.

Even the kitchen and dining room wasn't unusual. A griddle was set up, with pancakes and bacon and sausage and eggs being cooked perfectly, a half-gallon of orange juice and a gallon of milk sitting down the counter from it. Silverware and dishes were set out, and napkins were sitting on top of the plates.

Everything was perfectly normal.

…Almost.

"Wiiiilll, you're scrambling my heads, right?" Hyne yelled at the top of her lungs from the dining room table. Will himself was at the oven, and rolled his eyes. "It's EGGS, Hyne. Eggs. And yes, I am," he replied, a tone of exasperation peaking in his voice. Hyne pouted comically. "Ein lets me call them whatever I want."

Destine, sitting across the table rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and since he's got you whipped, he has to give you something, right?" she laughed, earning a glare from Hyne. "I'm not whipped. I merely allow him to exist while standing near me."

"So, is that what the kids in the Ethereal Plane are calling it nowadays?" Fayt asked.

Of course, everything was normal. Except in a non-descript mortal's house, the four Pillars of Reality were eating breakfast. Will shook his head at his sisters' antics, and then started working on some toast. "Fayt, how do you want your eggs?" He called out from the kitchen.

"Over easy, of course! When have I changed my order?" Fayt questioned; irritation in her voice. Will chuckled at the comment, before responding. "Actually-"

"Stop flexing your futurely powers, Williard! I don't get to flex my endly powers, so you shouldn't flex yours!" Hyne yelled, standing up to walk into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of orange juice. Seconds later, she walked back out to the table and retook her seat from Fayt's feet. "Wench," she muttered under her breath. Fayt replied, but it was too low for anyone to hear. Hyne, however, assumed the worst. She did nothing to reply to it though.

"Destine, scrambled eggs?" Will called from the kitchen. Destine smiled and nodded. "Yup." She appeared to be in a fairly good mood this morning, which didn't escape the youngest Pillar's notice. "So, Destine. You still are stalking that one girl?" Fayt asked a few moments later. Destine looked up, rolling her eyes.

"Not stalking, sis. Watching and stalking are different," She replied. Hyne looked up, suddenly appearing to be extremely interested in what Destine had to say. "Really? What are you doing then?" she prodded. Destine rolled her eyes before answering.

"If you must know, I'm watching her life. I've followed her from Terranigma to Gaia… and I'm fascinated. I don't know why. The way she talks and holds herself, even the way that she hides everything from almost everyone is absolutely weird. I'm curious as to why Shiva has seemed to follow her as well," Destine explained, her eyes getting a far-away look as she spoke. Hyne chuckled darkly.

"Stalker."

"Shut up!" Destine exclaimed, a growl crossing her lips. Hyne's laughter continued as Will walked into the room, carrying two plates full of scrambled eggs. He placed them both in front of Hyne, before stopping to look her in the eye. "Stop tormenting your sister, Hynelein, and eat." Hyne narrowed her eyes; Will never used her full name. She grumbled her agreement, and scooped some of the eggs into her mouth. However, she stopped again. "Willllll! Where's the-"

"Toast is on its way," he commented from the kitchen, finishing her statement before she could. Once again, Hyne pouted. "Stop flexing your futurely powers! Not fair!" Will laughed heartily from the kitchen. "Sorry, Hyne, but I can't help it. I know the future, I use it for the good of humanity, of the Plane, and of course, to make it so you can never actually finish a sentence."

That of course, caused everyone except for Hyne to laugh. "I hate you all," she muttered quietly. A second later, a piece of toast landed on her plate and quieted any complaints she may have had. Soon, eggs, pancakes, toast, bacon and sausage were on each plate, glasses were filled with juice or the preferred drink for each Pillar, and they were eating quietly.

"I wish Ein was here…" Hyne muttered quietly. Fayt giggled in between bites. "You always wish Ein was here. You're whipped, by a teeny tiny little mortal child. He sings, he dances, he writes pretty poetry, and you are whipped by him."

"What about you, Destine?" Hyne asked. "I heard your girlfriend plays the harp. She probably sings you love ballads to get you all-"

"Hyne!" Will said, glaring pointedly at the small Pillar. Hyne had the decency to look ashamed, even if it was just for a moment. "Sorry Will…" Will narrowed his eyes, but chose to say nothing, attacking the eggs on his plate with the fork. Minutes passed in silence before anyone spoke again.

"What if the mortal wakes up?" Fayt asked, "He's kind of annoying when he's awake. He's not too bad when he's sleeping though." Will shook his head between bites. "It will not be an issue, since I asked Destine to talk to him about it…" and suddenly, his eyes widened. "You… did talk to him, right, Destine?"

As if answering him, the bedroom door opened. Benji Powell walked out, wearing chocobo pajamas and a fairly tired expression. "Hi Hyne, Will, Destine, Fayt." He kept walking, closing the door to the bathroom. "See, I told you we were fine," Destine said, filling her mouth with food before anyone could ask her any incriminating questions.

Will sighed. "You did ask him… right…? …..Right?"