Grape tidied her hair. Sheldon told her it was because she had "slept well," but it was more irritating than a sign of good rest. She placed her hat atop her head, straightened it, and started for the day.
Her schedule was usually the same, unless it came for alterations. She had to wake the Sour Bunch, unless they woke her. The latter usually didn't happen, but it was nice sometimes to get extra rest; however it took a toll on her hair and dress. Then, she had to take attendance for them, to be certain all of them were awake and ready.
Thankfully, she had no need to make breakfast, since the Dark Baker was usually on top of things in the kitchen; including dishes. However, she at least put dishes on the table to help make things easier for the Dark Baker. She tried to be helpful when they didn't need her, even if her schedule was busy.
She knocked on the door to the Bunchling's sleeping quarters. Sheldon opened the door, looking up to Grape's towering figure.
"Good morning," Grape said.
"Good morning," he replied, sounding awfully exhausted. "Are you alright?"
"Yes...Why would I not be?"
"You're usually on top of keeping your hair nice...There are quite a bit of loose strands there."
Grape touched one. "Oh...I must have...missed it, is all. I'll fix it after breakfast."
Ryder poked his head through the crack of the open door. "Usually your hair doesn't fall out of place. Isn't it your core? Is something wrong?"
"Why do you keep asking if I'm alright? I told you, I'm fine. Now, let the others know it's time for breakfast."
She headed down the hall, stopping to fix her hair in a mirror on the way to the kitchen. The strands fell back down. She huffed and continued off in an angry manner. She opened the door to the kitchen.
"Seth! Do you think I look bad?"
The Dark Baker faced her. "No? Your hair's a bit loose but you look fine."
"Thank you. My Sour Bunch kept asking and asking if I was doing alright. Of course I'm doing alright! When am I not alright? I've never had a bad day once in my life!"
"Not even when-"
"Do not finish that statement."
He gave her a thumbs up and went back to work.
Grape angrily sat in her seat at the table, fiddling with her loose strands of hair. Something was wrong, the Sour Bunch was right on that end, but Grape had no idea what. Had her magic grown unstable since she nearly died from Peach's defending Sparkle Theater? Was it something else? Did she have to alter her physical form again?
"Am I finally getting old...?"
"I can assure you, you're not." Zhan Douji sat next to her. Despite not needing to eat, he enjoyed sitting at the table in order to feel more connected to his pupils. Peach proved to be a great enemy to him back in the Kung Fu plays, and he actually valued her skill. Since then, he took to teach the Sour Bunch how to actually fight. "If you were getting older, you'd have lighter hair, like mine." He stroked his mustache.
She tucked a strand into her hat. It simply fell down again. She sighed. "No matter, it's not important to keep my image. I still have a job to do, after all."