"Your not going to use magic to cook again, are you?" Eibon asked wearily. Unlike Death, whose sense of taste was pretty dull, Eibon could taste the difference between genuinely cooked food and food cooked with magic. Magic left a very peculiar and revolting 'taste' wherever it was used. Somehow, only Eibon could tell, his siblings didn't know he could, and only now had it occurred to him.
Maybe a side effect from the experiments? he thought to himself, scratching his dirty blond hair. The adolescent never told his siblings what he was researching, Eibon himself wasn't exactly sure what he was researching. He didn't plan to know until he was done experimenting. It'll all be worth it, though.
"Yep. It's the fastest- and easiest -way to cook." Mabaa stated. "What's wrong with that?"
"If you take only the easy road in life, you will never know anything. Then there will be a time when you must know to succeed," Eibon replied. For some reason, he loved speaking in riddles to confuse his brother and sister.
Know what? Mabaa thought. "Eibon, you're confusing," She spoke. Eibon blinked in response, then smiled, his light blue eyes lit was an unearthly glow. Soon, they reached the kitchen.
It was a quaint little room, with a brick stove, a wooden table, and three wooden chairs. There was also a small wooden shelf, and a large window.
"Hey, Death Nii-san?" Mabaa asked.
"Yes?" Death replied.
"Do you mind getting some eggs from Magni?" Mabaa requested.
"Why me? I hate doing that!" The young reaper complained.
"Because you're the oldest." Mabaa retorted.
"Well, why can't Eibon?" Death asked in disbelief. Suddenly Eibon grew alert to the whole situation, in fear that he may have to go the old grouch's house.
"That's simply because Eibon is the youngest! I'd never let him near that old grouch, Magni*!" Mabaa said defensively. "Just steal the eggs, and get out of there!" She persisted. Death automatically knew he had lost this argument.
A/N *Magni is the Norse God of strength.
Heh, the next chapter is gonna' be funny. Just wait!