Satou, Kati, Cyra
Satou sighed. She set the bowl down on the island counter in front of Kati and patted the kid on the head before turning to the rest of the kitchen. Why did she feel like this wasn't going to turn out well? Thankfully, she had convinced the staff to let her use the Castle kitchens instead of her own up in her rooms. She didn't tell them it was because she didn't want it wrecked, of course.
It also happened to be the day she was asked to babysit Kati, because that wasn't a terrible idea at all. She watched the girl delightedly scoop up her favourite sugary cereal and shove it in her mouth. The woman smiled ruefully.
It was that moment that Cyra came busting through the door with a flourish that somehow managed not to look intentional. "I'm ready!" she sang.