Ariadne felt a shift on the atmosphere, she quite couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt it nonetheless. Ignoring to favor breakfast, she pulled out milk, eggs, butter, and blueberries from the fridge, then hunted around the kitchen cabinets until she had baking powder, sugar, and salt. She sifted the dry ingredients together into the bowl of the industrial-sized KitchenAid mixer on the counter, taking out the tools she needed as she needed them. Heating the grill, she put a dollop of butter, and once she had mixed the blueberries into the batter and was pouring it out onto the griddle, making different size pancakes, because they were more fun that way. Humming along the classical music, she didn’t even notice when the door creaked open.