"Mama, please can you pass the sugar?"
"You packed your school work right girls?"
"Make sure to eat all of it up, Tatsu!"
Homura sat in silence, enjoying her (slightly burned) pancakes and just listening to the flow of conversation.
"Papa, you should make pancakes tomorrow! They're way better than Mamas!" A soft giggle.
"Careful You'll get food down your uniform!" A swift motion.
"Tom-A-Toe! Tom-A-Toe!" An innocent voice.
She wasn't used to this sort of domestic life before. It was peaceful yet hectic, simple yet complex, perfect.
"Whoops! Don't drop your food!"
"Dear, isn't your important meeting today?"
"Amy is just the sweetest, wouldn't you agree, Homura?"
"Eh?" The sudden question startled Homura and her hand went to her braid on reflex. "What was that, Ms Kaname?"
"I was just talking about Amy! She's so cute!" The 'call me Madoka' went unspoken but not unsaid.
"Ah-" was all she could reply, while she'd seen the aforementioned stray there wasn't much she could say on the subject, in comparison to Madoka's unabashed overpowering love for all things cute, Homura was more-
"She's so small and fluffy and her fur is the most dazzling white and-"
Subdued.
But something about Madoka's rambling seemed... off.
"I... thought she was black, Ms Kaname?" It was Madoka's turn to look confused.
"What do you mean? That's what I said, right...?" Homura's eyes scrunched up with confusion behind her glasses, she could have sworn Madoka had-
Geh schlafen
"Oh right. Sorry I must have misheard you." The conversation quickly devolved back to the usual chatting and gossip until Madoka's mother and the two girls had to leave for work and school respectively.
"Good luck with work Mama!"
"You three be safe!"
"Remember to eat all your bento this time Madoka!"
"Wehihihi, yes, Mama."
Perfect.
Yet Homura couldn't get the taste of pears out of her mouth.