This is for you storm.

Z stared through the oven window for a few moments. Her cookies were looking good, but definitely not cooking any faster as she stared. Turning to wash her hands, she called to Syn to let him know the cookies would be done in 10 minutes. He didn't respond, surprising but not unexpected. Her shapeshifter boyfriend had a new book idea in the works. She assumed he was busy with a plot and began wrapping the leftover cookie dough to eat later. Putting it in the fridge, she swore she saw something small move under the dish towel from the corner of her eye. Lifting it revealed nothing however, so she brushed it off as tiredness. She hung her, quite frankly filthy, apron up and went about cleaning up the kitchen. She knew she was tired because small shadows slipping around the kitchen kept assaulting her peripheral vision. But when she lifted a hand to yawn, the small beetle on it let her know she was definitely not crazy. It did prove however, she had a set of lungs on her. Her screech as she sent the beetle flying to the floor managed to startle several animals in the the area. She looked for something to smash it with, but the sound of rustling clothing and a groan turned her back. Syn had materialized on her floor, clutching his head and muttering. She jabbed his stomach and poor Syn spent the next few minutes listening to her yell about how bad he scared her.