Pancakes, buttered waffles, syrups, sausage and potato fritters.
Jinzi Pantaloon's breakfast endeavours lay spread in an assembly for the morning gathering, a smorgasbord fit for such ravenous company. The myriad scents waft in the chamber a miasma of fat, sugars and caffeine distillations.
Expertly prepared. But disgusting.
Ochazuke bid his time walking from one end of the tables to the other, until eventually he too found some things to his satisfaction. A large bowl of piping hot rice and half a dozen extra large eggs, raw.
Finding a seat among them, the near presence of their Guardian did not elude him.
"Hrrmh..."
Taking ahold of an egg between his thumb and forefinger, he concentrated his ki into it. Even something so simple held quiet mysteries in it. Its smooth surface, porous on the finest level, and imprecisely constructed. Natural things often were possessed of myriad imperfections.
Striking it with the middle finger of the same hand, he split it in perfect edged halves, pouring the insides neatly into the ceramic vessel before him. The clear and vital parts of the egg quickly twist and grew opaque
where they fell.
"Hm hm hm..."
Charging another portion of his breakfast bowl, he stifled a laugh as the egg split in his hand, fell, and was assimilated in the starchy mire.
Unlike the arrogant? Or unlike the worthy? Shed for the moment of her divine mantle, this projection of their guide seemed all the more tangible, as fallen and lowly as the ones she'd chosen to ascend to assist her station.
"Then it is a matter of course that you explain how you defeated the Fallen One," he said, "If he can be diminished, we can kill him."
Ochazuke split the last egg, folding the halves of carved shells into neat piles of refuse to be discarded by the side. Released of its confines, no longer bound to its limits, it was now fodder. Large pieces of scallion and a drop of soy sauce shaped the bowl to his final design.
"All the more for you to explain I am sure."
The war for Heaven and the war for the Earth. As tender lumplings rolled, coalesced, and fell solid in a clumsy mass of disparate ingredients, Ochazuke drew a spoonful of green tea from Pantaloon's store and set it to whisk.