I slept like a log made of rocks that night. Either the previous day’s excitement wore me out, Technia was a heavy sleeper, or she hadn’t gotten that much sleep before whatever process sent her body over sent her. What I do know is that I woke up around 7:30. Assuming I fell asleep at 10:15, that’s about 9 hours and 15 minutes of sleep. That’s more than I usually got even before my change.
Opening a curtain let some sunlight into my room, I took some time to bask in it before slowly making my way down off of the bed and out to the hall. I caught a whiff of some kind of cinnamon roll variety and made my way towards the kitchen. Mom was there, and she had apparently just taken the rolls out of the oven.
“You’re up early, Adam.”
“As I’m aware.”
“When did you go to sleep?”
“10:15 at the latest by my estimate.”
“That’s a fair bit of sleep.”
“I know that.”
“Anything you want aside from a cinnamon roll?”
“A burrito with egg, cheese, and some vegetables.”
“Egg?”
“Yes.”
“Is that safe?”
“It’s been documented as part of the regular diet in Equestria.”
“If you say so. You probably know best on the topic.”
“Yep. Watching the show and being of their species helps quite a bit.” I decided not to mention anything about my mind combining with Technia’s for now, maybe ever, and opted to take my usual spot at the table. “So, I guess dad’s out at work.”
“Yep. Could you remind me of the value of the prize to that guess?”
“Breakfast.” I picked up the center roll with my telekinesis, and 2 things became apparent rather quickly: These cinnamon rolls have the orange flavored icing on them, and they are still really hot. So now I know that telekinesis allows one to feel the physical textures of things, but it tells you nothing about temperature unless you’re either actively looking for it or are just naturally attuned to it, neither of which I was doing.
I held the bite I had between my teeth inside my mouth while keeping my tongue at a safe distance and managed to finish chewing the bite before swallowing. A double wave of relief washed over me both from getting the hot morsel out of my mouth and feeling its warmth in my stomach.
Note to self: Find a pony that can cook and see about getting a new food made. Preferably one that doesn’t burn the mouth through temperature or spice, but still gives that pleasant warmth in the stomach.
It wasn’t long after I recovered that my burrito was placed in front of me. It looked like it had been pressed on a panini grill to keep its folded shape. A quick look at the counter showed that I was probably right.
I decided that, while I let my breakfast cool, I would pick up one last thing for the trip to Jenny’s. It was something very valuable, depending on who you asked. I went to the hall closet to find my fedora, which wasn’t a difficult task. I took it back to my room, where I quickly fished out the Pillow.exe card and tried to fit it in a spot that looked like an ideal place to stick a feather, only to find that I could not. Slightly disheartened, I set the (glorious) hat on my backpack.
I took a bite of the burrito, and found that it was at a very ideal temperature. The eggs seemed to have been mixed with sesame oil (yum yum!) and the vegetables were leftovers from last night. All in all, I was a happy mare at that moment, and I would be for the remainder of the burrito’s diminishing existence and a few minutes afterwards. Oh, and the roll met the same fate, but much more quickly.
After I had a glass of orange juice, I went back to my room and got my hat. I closed the door to use the mirror on it to try and get the hat at a good angle. After numerous trials over a period of 20 minutes, I found that the most comfortable way to wear it was at an angle that covered up one ear while leaving the other exposed. Now, I may not have an eye for or interest in fashion, but I know that the hat at that angle just looks bad from 27 different angles and 5 different perspectives.
The only solution I can think of would be to cut out ear holes. I can see where they would need to go and about how big they would need to be, but I don’t think I can do it myself. I don’t want to even try it.
I picked up some pencils from my backpack and went to the office to use the computer there to see if I could find a place that could make the correct modifications really quickly. As in, “done within 30 minutes” quick.
My search took me through many search term modifications and about 45 minutes, 15 of which I’m sure were spent just typing and figuring out the mouse. I wasn’t sure if it was that I didn’t visit downtown often enough or if it was a new place, but I found a place called Trilbia on a map, and it looked to be next or close to a coffee shop. After getting the location down, I went on an endeavor to locate mom. The search was shortened dramatically when I heard the shower in the bathroom connected to the master bedroom running.
I found her. Now to wait to tell her about Trilbia and maybe get a nice drink as well.
With little else to do, I checked the weather on the internet. Not very warm today, it looked like. I opened the front door just a crack to get a bit of a feel for the air, and found that it wasn’t that bad. I always did have a bit of resistance to the cold, but now that I had fur, I was more resistant. After taking a few breaths of the pleasant air, I went back inside.
With nothing better to do, I checked over everything a couple times to make sure I had everything I planned on bringing with me ready. I realized that I had something else that would be worth bringing, and proceeded to fit all of my legos into the backpack and found my earbuds with a microphone built in. They are very useful with the phone. Oh, that reminds me; I should also put the phone and its cord in there too.
Note to self: get armband or something similar for the phone.
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Note to self: write these notes to self down!
It was almost 9:30 when the water stopped, and I took that as my cue to get my phone, its cord, and the earbuds into the backpack and go back to the office computer, where I quickly pulled Trilbia’s location back up and proceeded to listen to music on the media player, constantly keeping an ear out for the sound of mom’s footsteps. I was rewarded half an hour later when she was coming through the laundry area, and I took the opportunity to tell her about Trilbia and what I wanted done with my hat. She agreed after seeing its location, but decided to play a few games first. Typical. At least that means there won’t be as much time to be distracted before meeting up at Jenny’s.
During the 45 minute wait for mom to finish her games, I added my 3DS, games for it, and its charging cord, along with an extra notebook (it’s full of ninja drawings that look like blank pages. They’re very good pieces of art) and micro SD adapter to the backpack, which was very full at this point. I also had another cinnamon roll, went to the bathroom, and catapulted a text (there has to be a better way than using a pencil) in Jenny’s general direction to ask her to tell her mom that my mom would be coming over as well. A reply came just minutes after I sent the message, indicating that the information had been successfully transferred.
It was almost 11 when mom and I left the house in her car. I had spent some time trying to figure out a good sitting position (is Lyra a contortionist or something?) before just sitting with my back legs tucked under me, which seemed to be the most comfortable position. The seat belt was a tad awkward, but I managed to get it in a position that wasn’t uncomfortable, but just barely so. I do hope this trip goes well. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?
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A/N: This chapter was going to be longer, but that would mess up the normal chapter length. That aside, I figured that the trip downtown needed its own chapter. Also, here’s one of those ninja drawings.
