Rylie blinked, "Griffin?" She took a dainty, experimental bite, and hummed appreciatively at the flavor, "Not bad." It was then that she glanced at Kratos' plate and noticed it was empty. Her eye twitched, "Hungry?"<br/><br/>Emily munched on her own breakfast thoughtfully, "You know, I haven't really thought about what form I'd take. I kind of figured the universe would just decide for me, based on my current levels of awesome."<br/><br/>"If that were the case, Em, I'd end up with a ditzy slug of a familiar."<br/><br/>"...Ouch."<br/><br/>Ryllie chuckled, "You left yourself open for it."<br/>Emily shook her head, but grinned all the same, "Got me there."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"So Emilimon, what kind of animal do you want to be able to turn into? what kind of powers do you want? will you go out with me?"</span><br/><br/>The questions were fired off so quickly that Emily didn't really have time to think of answers, much less vocalize them. Just as well, because the third and final question had her choking on her omelette.<br/><br/>"Wha- what?" she asked, coughing.<br/>Rylie laughed, "I do believe he just asked you out, Em. Can't blame him for planning ahead."<br/>She turned to Kratos, "Although, if Em turns into anything other than a cat, would they still be compatible? It'd be kind of cute to have little humming bird-kitten hybrid things running around." She paused, noticing the look her companions were giving her, "What? Just thought I'd ask; it's not like this wasn't already awkward."