Princess!
"Get Ready"
(Their kitchen design will have a picture/layout in my profile... eventually.)
My kitchen has a schedule. We don't sit down and write one, but it's always kept the same. Pocahontas runs down to eat a light breakfast early before running each morning. Mulan comes in during that time to steal some food away to eat in her room. Snow White always comes in around the same time as me, and we cook ourselves breakfast while talking, watching the news, and drinking fresh coffee. Belle usually grabs at some French bread and homemade jam to take with her on her errands that she runs around eight or nine. Aurora always comes down around this time to have some fruit before going off to do whatever it is that she does. And Ariel and Cinderella are completely unpredictable. I suppose that we can predict that they'll never be around earlier than nine or ten, but it's always a guess as to whether or not they'll even eat anything at all.
I mean, Ariel has slept in until four in the afternoon. And not just once. It's, like, all the time.
Today, Snow White is already starting on some boiled eggs and toast when I get down. The news is tuned into the local broadcast, detailing new books that will be coming to our Borders. The kitchen isn't quite as clean as usual; probably because Cinderella was occupied by thrashing dresses around last night. The kitchen itself is rather medium sized. The black, marble countertops with the steel appliances just make it look cool. I cross over to the other side of the countertop island to get to the main appliances. Snow White shuttles out of my way as I head for the refridgerator. I've already planned out what I'll have. Egg-in-the-hole-in-the-bread. Weird name, but it's great. Just think of a slice of bread with a square hole in it. The egg is placed there. You make it like French toast. And then, tada, you have the most delectable breakfast-food item ever.
As I bounce around, collecting items, Pocahontas runs into the room panting with a jump-rope in her hand. I close the refridgerator door closed with my foot and turn around to see what she's doing. Snow finishes cooking as I set the things on the table and start talking to Pocahontas, and we all end up trading places; Snow to the island and barstools, Pocahontas to the fridge, and myself to the stovetop.
"Ah, I'm so thirsty!" she rasps while looking for some juice on the lower shelves. Nearly on cue, Aurora comes in from her squirelly adventures to sit down next to Snow. Mulan comes in just a few seconds later.
"Hey, I heard we're going to the mall," Mulan sings in a "good morning sunshine" voice. She stretches before sitting over at the table on the other side of the kitchen. Pocahontas pours herself a tall glass of kiwi-strawberry juice and sits across from Mulan. Still, cooking, I absent-mindedly watch everyone share morning gossip, eat, and talk peacefully.
Of course, that all changes when Ariel drags herself into the kitchen.
All I see is a mop of bright, red hair flowing over the island counter. Her head is on her folded arms and she's half-asleep.
"Wake up, sleepy head," Snow says in a tender voice.
Ariel punches her in the side, "Shut up..." She moans before flipping her hair out of the way of her face. Snow quietly moves from the barstools and sits next to Mulan at the table. Part of me can't hide the laughter boiling up in my chest. I find myself biting my lower lip to keep from laughing at the hung-over princess.
"Ariel, you're freaking ridiculous," I hear Pocahontas mutter. Ariel angrily turns around to see who would say such a thing about her. She sends a deadly glare to the table before turning around and letting her head fall back into her arms.
I shake my head and try to add an air of relaxation, or at least hope, to the room. "Remember that we're going to the mall in an hour. If you're coming, get ready, get dressed, eat, whatever." I walk out of the kitchen, but stick my head back in to tell finish, "And if you'd like to reach me, I'll be in my room."