Munich, Garmany, 6:00 AM
Penny was already up. She was in her apartment kitchen, wearing nothing but a pink chemise and slippers. Oscar was rubbing her ankles, hoping she would open his can of tuna faster. Like any other multi-tasker, Penny was also putting her contacts in, buttering her muffen, and fixing her coffee.
"Stop crying, Oscar, here's your breakfast. I haven't even eaten mine yet."
Penny mentally reread the files from the e-mail she recieved that morning. Her meta powers gave her the abilty to access anything digital. But Penny always had a hard time explain how her powers worked. She was about to read text, but not in the same way one reads from a computer screen or a book. It was more like thinking of some recent memory.
"Let's see...Paragon's client should be there at around two in the afternoon...I'll need to order lunch for everyone..."
