The Internet's Rock Bottom (First Update)

Agent Hill found it hard to imagine what Salomon would look like making breakfast in an apron. She had never tasted the Arcanist's cooking, either. What Wanda had looked forward to most each day at the castle was breakfast made by her teacher himself, yet she had never seen how it was prepared. For the two Witches, this had once been an extremely common sight, though it had become rarer lately. Back when they had first moved in together, Salomon had not yet created his own Homunculus—an Artificial Human—so he and the Witches had needed to handle many household chores themselves, including making delicious food.

No matter how busy he was, he never forgot the little details concerning the Witches—Bayonetta liked sunny-side-up eggs, while Jeanne preferred soft French scrambled eggs; Bayonetta could use appliances, whereas Jeanne knew absolutely nothing about them and had once even lit a fire in the decorative fireplace; Bayonetta liked doing yoga in the morning, while Jeanne preferred sleeping in wrapped up in her blankets, constantly complaining that she did not want to go to school and teach those little brats. Bayonetta usually had to drag her out of bed.

Salomon had yet to take off his apron.

After setting out salad and breakfast before the two Witches and the Artificial Human, he carried his teacup to his seat. His laptop and plate each occupied one side, as though official business and scrambled eggs were equally delicious. Bayonetta did not start eating immediately, instead lowering her head to write something in her notebook. She had to prepare a list of Christmas gifts and a list of recipients; that was her duty as the lady of the house. Some gifts had to be selected and purchased in advance, some would be delivered by specialists, and some could