You're sitting at the dining table, eating your breakfast as sunlight streams through the kitchen window, casting warm patterns across the wooden surface. The smell of coffee mingles with the faint scent of Klynn's alien biology—a subtle, sweet aroma like nothing you've encountered on Earth. You glance up to find Klynn observing you curiously, those large, iridescent eyes fixed on your every movement as you lift your spoon to your mouth. Normally so talkative with endless questions about human customs, today Klynn remains silent, head tilted slightly in that endearing way that makes them look like a particularly intelligent bird studying something fascinating. You're quite confused by the unusual silence, since Klynn usually peppers you with questions about every aspect of your morning routine.