"Hey!" She dropped the top, caught it before it hit the floor and laid it gently down. Inside the cube, Coyster yawned again.
Theo sat back on her heels and shook her head, feeling the grin pulling her mouth wide.
"You're going to get me in so much trouble," she said.
Coyster shook out a dainty white paw and began to wash his face.
Chapter Three
Fourth Form Ready Room
Professor Stephen M. Richardson Secondary School
University of Delgado
"It's time to get up!" the clock announced in a cheery sing-song.
Theo snuggled tighter into her pillow, getting a face full of fur in the process.
"It's time to get up!" the clock sang again, slightly louder this time.
Theo sneezed and opened her eyes, coming nose-to-nose with Coyster, who was propped up on the pillow like a miniature – and very furry – human.
"It's time to get up!" The clock was beginning to sound a little testy.
Theo sneezed again. Coyster put a paw on her nose and looked disapproving.
"Theo Waitley," the clock said sternly. "If you do not get up within the next thirty seconds, a note will be inserted into your file. Mark."
"Gah," Theo said comprehensively, and flipped the blanket back. The floor felt cold and creepy against her bare feet as she crossed to the desk and pressed her thumb against the clock's face.
"There," she muttered. "I'm up. Happy?"
The clock, duty done, didn't answer. Theo sighed hugely and wandered out to the 'fresher to wash her face.
A few minutes later, slightly more awake, she pulled out a pair of school coveralls. She dressed, hasty in the cool air, and touched the closet's interior mirror.
The dark surface flickered to life, and she sighed at what she saw. There were dark circles under her dark eyes, like she hadn't slept at all, and her face was even paler than usual. Her light yellow hair was wisping every-which-way, which was unfortunately just the same as always. When she was a littlie, she'd been convinced that she'd wake up one morning to find that her fluff had been shed, like duckling down, and she'd grown sleek, dark brown hair straight down to her shoulders.
She combed her fingers through the fly-away half-curls, trying to make them lie flat, which never worked, and didn't this morning. Grumbling, she tapped the mirror off and turned away.
Coyster was still lounging against the pillow, half-covered by the blanket, eyes slitted in satisfaction.
"Get up," Theo said. "I've gotta put the bed away."
He yawned, pink tongue lolling.
Theo hooked him under the belly and dropped him to the floor.
"If I can't sleep all day," she said, pulling the blanket straight. "You can't sleep all day."
Coyster stalked away, tail high, and jumped onto the desk. By the time the bed was put away, he was curled and sound asleep, like he'd been there for hours. Theo shook her head – then bit her lip.
Last night, she'd filled a disposable bowl with water and shredded some old hard copy from a school project she was done with into the cube's inverted top. Coyster had let her know that he would tolerate these primitive arrangements for a limited time only, so Theo had added proper cat bowls, a litter box, kibble, and a can of his favorite treats to her growing after-class shopping list. She felt bad about leaving him all day without anything to snack on, even though she knew he wouldn't take any harm from it. Father always left cat food and water out in bowls in the kitchen, for Coyster and Mandrin to graze at their leisure.
"If I have to get used to everything being new..." Theo let the sentence drift off, blinking a sudden blurriness away.
She was going to have to tell Kamele about Coyster, she thought, considering the slumbering furry form on her desk. She hoped her mother was in a less edgy mood this morning. A good night's sleep... Maybe Kamele had had a good night's sleep.
Yawning, she bent down to retrieve her school bag.
"I'm going to school," she told Coyster. An orange ear flickered and Theo grinned. Not so sound asleep, after all.
Bag over her shoulder, she slipped out of her room, closing the door firmly. She didn't want Kamele finding out about Coyster until she had a chance to explain the situation.
Chaos, she was tired! Which was, she acknowledged as she headed down the hallway toward the kitchen, entirely her own fault. She'd spent 'way too much time working out the pattern for the lace rose she wanted to make. By the time she'd given up and tucked her traveling kit away into her bag, it had been late. Not as late as general lights out – that was a note-in-your-file – but well beyond the Strongly Suggested bed time for juniors who hadn't yet had their Gigneri.
Yawning again, Theo dumped her bag on the meal bar and put her hand on the kitchen door. Tea, she thought, was definitely in order. Some of Father's strong black tea with the lemony after-note. She'd just put the kettle on and –
"What!" she stood, staring stupidly at the bland lines and blank screen of a standard kaf unit. There was nothing else in the alcove. No stove, no cabinets, no refrigerator, no tins of tea lined against the back of the counter...
"Good morning, Daughter." Kamele sounded as tired, or tireder, as Theo felt, so it probably wasn't the smartest thing she'd ever done to turn around and point at the poor kaf like it was disorderly or something, and demand, "Are we supposed to eat out of that?"
Kamele frowned.
"Don't roar at me, Theo."
She swallowed. "I'm sorry. I was just – expecting a kitchen."
Kamele's frown got deeper, and Theo felt her stomach clench.
"This is the kitchen that most people eat out of," she said sternly. "It amused Professor Kiladi to bypass the kaf and cook meals from base ingredients, and I saw no harm in allowing him to teach you something of the art, since you were interested. If I had foreseen that you would scorn plain, honest food out of the kaf – "
"I'm not," Theo interrupted. "Kamele, I'm sorry. I'm not – scorning – the kaf. It was just... a shock. I was looking forward to making a cup of tea, and – "
"The kaf will give you a cup of tea," her mother said, interrupting in her turn. "All you need to do is ask."
Tea from a kaf unit was not, in Theo's estimation, tea. It was a tepid, watery, tasteless beverage that happened, via some weird and as-yet-uncorrected universal typo, to be called tea. Real tea had body, and taste, and –
Her mumu thweeped the eighth of the hour.
"I suggest that you choose your breakfast quickly," Kamele said, and stalked past her to confront the kaf.
Two sharp jabs at the keypad, a flicker of lights across the face screen, a hiss when the dispenser door slid up. Kamele slid the tray out and carried it to the bar. Acrid steam rose from the extra large disposable cup.
Theo wondered if kaf coffee tasted any better than kaf tea, but it didn't seem like the time to ask. Instead, she stepped up to the machine, punched one button for juice and another for hot cereal, and very soon thereafter was sitting across from her mother at the bar.
Kamele was drinking the coffee, though not like she was enjoying it, and staring down into her bowl so intently that Theo knew she couldn't actually be seeing it or her cereal. She sighed and dug into her own breakfast. Father and Kamele were both prone to sudden fits of intense abstraction, when they would simply... step away from whatever it was they were doing to pursue a certain fascinating thought. Theo guessed it came of being a scholar and having so many interesting things to think about, and she had early learned not to interrupt a fit of abstraction with small talk.