Blakely's Morning Back.

The morning sun streamed through the large bay windows of the Arcas mansion's kitchen, filling the room with a warm, golden glow. The kitchen, always a hub of activity, was especially lively today. The aroma of fresh coffee, sizzling sausages, and baking waffles wafted through the air, promising a delightful breakfast.

Blakely was seated at the long oak table, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she took in the spread before her. Mrs. Deacon had outdone herself again. In front of Blakely was a plate of panda-shaped waffles, drizzled with honey, alongside mini sausages and scrambled eggs. It was a breakfast fit for a panda hugger like her.

Blakely's friends, Maven and Iris, sat across from her, already engaged in their own morning routines. Maven, with her mischievous grin, had her eyes set on Blakely's mini sausages.

"You know, Blakely," Maven said, reaching across the table with a fork, "these sausages look too good to be yours alone. Sharing is caring."