Strange morning 2

There was a brief uncomfortable silence, but then Cain and Rae came hurtling up the stairs making elephant noises to break the ice.

Upon seeing the genie, Cain screamed. Raechel slowly backed down the hall, and mouthed, barely audibly, "Daddy, what is that?"

A detached and observant part of me noticed with amazement that the expulsion of breath from Cain's scream, only a foot or two from the genie's head where it still sat on the couch, had a very strange distortion effect on the orange cloud-being. It was like blowing on the thick billowing smoke coming off a glass of hot water with dry ice in it, but the smoke keeps re-forming into an orange head with horns.

Another part of me tried to assess the situation, and pretty well failed.

"When I am here on Earth, people call me Kells of the Ifriit" The cloud mustered, apparently unshaken by the kids' reactions.

I finally managed "Okay. Hi Kells. This is my son Cain, daughter Rae, and that's Ethan heading toward his high chair. I'm Tommy. I'm going to make the kids some breakfast. Do you want anything? Actually, we're out of milk, so I think i just have dry cereal and maybe some orange juice.." by this time, I'd gotten up, trying to match movement to words, and the refrigerator was still unstocked, due to the lack of any recent grocery excursions. "actually, no orange juice, but there is lemonade"

Ethan was demanding help strapping himself in, and trying to simultaneously get a head start on demanding some juice and food.

Kells stood up, took two steps toward the table and kitchen, then blinked emphatically. Cain was peering around the banister at the stairs, content to this point to watch the proceedings, and Rae was carefully advancing from the hallway. Both of them reacted about the same way I did after Kells blinked - our jaws dropped, our eyes got big, and then we tried to close our mouths before drooling all over, because the table was suddenly packed with the most ridiculously elaborate breakfast I'd ever seen. Our table was creaking under trays of ham, bacon sausage, plates stacked with waffles, pancakes, crepes, bagels and muffins, and a dozen carafes of many-hued juices. On our kitchen penninsula, a long tray was loaded with eggs - boiled, poached, fried, scrambled and everything in between. The scent of absolutely perfect coffee wafted toward me, dragging my attention to the kitchen, where the ...

okay - so its time for lunch, speaking of food. to be continued again i guess. you get the idea about the breakfast thing. it was cool. I'm not going to have much room for lunch, honestly.