BLOSS

Morning in Blitzo's apartment is usually ordinary, but today, for some reason, it smells of fresh dough instead of burnt toast. Blitzo is in the kitchen, wearing an oversized apron, intently stirring dough in a bowl. Being an imp, he has to stand on a small stool to reach the table. A kitchen potholder is wrapped around his horns. From the next room comes a deep, steady snore — Stolas is sleeping after another night spent together, and it seems he doesn't even intend to wake up until lunch. In the living room, Loona and Octavia are sitting on the sofa. Loona, as always in her black t-shirt with headphones around her neck, is lazily staring at AdTube, while Octavia sits beside her, wrapped in a blanket with the remote in her hands. They are watching some video about stupid challenges in Hell, and occasionally a muffled laugh can be heard because neither of them wants to show it. Blitzo glances over his shoulder, catches the eye of the person who just walked in, and smirks, pointing with the spoon

— Stolas, you're awake already?