Thump thumpathump thump thump. Two boots. Yi knocks on the door of the Decadence, the quiet Decadence. And then promptly sits down right in front of the door, waiting for it to open. Perhaps... it's a tad rude to come -this- early in the morning, but hey, it's a good day to do things.

And indeed, the Decadence is quiet. Very quiet. Silent, even. Keen ears might possibly become aware of some soft thumping within, and after a minute or so, the closing of a door. More quiet thumps, a pause, and the sound of the bolts being thrown, and then the door swings partly open, revealing a rather bleary-eyed Bernie. "...hey," she greets her tribemate, with a tired smile, "...'sup, 'sides you an' now me? C'min, 'f y'want..." A step back, making room to let Yi do so.

Yi hms thoughtfully at the Bernie. "Perhaps I should return when you are more fuzzy minded." She stands up from her spot on the doormat, lifting the small pack she brought with a soft clink of the zippers. "Or... no. Tired eyes are good. Maybe that's the secret..." Is Yi babbling or what? She steps inside the Decadence still, glancing about. "I'm sorry to call on you this early. Wasn't sure if you would be at home, or not..." she glances about and murmurs softly, "Did I wake Matt up too?"

Bernie shakes her head. "Well. Act'ly, yeah, but only for like two seconds. He closed last night an' di'n' get t' sleep until, I dunno, late, so..." She speaks quietly, gesturing vaguely toward the uncharacteristically unopen door of the bedroom. She runs a hand through her curls, taming them a bit, as they're even more unruly than usual, and closes the door again.

Yi ducks her head, penitent. "Ah. Well, mm. Why don't... you go freshen up a little, and... I'll make some breakfast for you. I'll even make some for Matt, if he sends unconscious signals too." She smiles warmly. "Wanted to show you something."

Bernie grins, and shrugs. "Mmph. 'f y'wanna, sure, go f'rit... I'm gonna hop in th' shower real quick, then. Be right back, an' all." Which she does; quite soon steam is escaping from under and over the bathroom door.

Yi merrily sets her bag down by the couch, taking out what looks to be like a battered couple o' books to be described later and setting them out on the table. First though, is the description of Yi's much better cooking skills. Granted, she's not an Iron Chef. They're all guys anyway. But she does do a good job of mixing up eggs, searching out the sausage and generally making a delicious bundle of Denny's Grand Slam breakfast sans a couple of things she attempts in finding but doesn't. Only this one is done in record time, putting those slow Denny's chefs to shame for their tortoise-speeds. Shame on them.

After the water turns off, there's several minutes pause in which, gathering from Bernie's exit after, she's drying off and putting her sweats back on. Her hair is even darker black than usual, wet, and mostly behaving, if only because the weight of the water subdues the ringlets. "...mmm. Smells good," she declares as she pads over to the kitchen.

Yi offers her fellow newmoon a sliced sausage on a fork. It's still sizzling, hot off the pan. "Not exactly rice and soy sauce, but it'll do I hope," she grins. "Have a look over at the couple of books on the table. This should be done in a minute or so." The books in question... are first, a little flipbook. The kind that comes with two animations if you flip it one way, and then the next. One side is a pack of wolves running, while the other is a hummingbird flying. The book itself is fairly battered and shows signs of multiple-flippage. The second book, is quite a bit larger in comparison, with a brilliantly colored and possibly headache inducing cover, above the wavy picture, 'Magic Eye 3D' as its title. The third, is a hardcover of photomosaics collections with the classic flamingo picture as its main picture, and the tiny pictures in the mini-collection of all sorts of colorful photographs.

Bernie devours the sausage approvingly. "Mmm...." she remarks as she looks the books over, careful not to get the greasy. "...fun with optics..." She sits comfortably on the couch, checking them out.

Clinking of plates and forks and other materials is quickly ceased once breakfast is prepared. Yi brings the two plates over to the table, laden with eggs, sausage, toast and home fries. "Quite," she replies to the optics comment. "And that's sort of the basis of what The Gift is about." Capitalization and all. "What you see, isn't always what you get, na? So... when you are calling to the gift, you are asking the spirit to bend air, bend light around you." She looks down at the three books. "So, which books, from left to right, would be... say... level of difficulty to see what there really is to see? What is it, that you're really supposed to see?" From one sleeve she drops out the pepper shaker, the other the salt. "For the eggs? Or do you like ketchup?"

Bernie nods, and arranges the books. Magic Eye immediately on the right, then the other two she seems to have some trouble deciding on. Eventually, the flip book goes left, the other in the middle. Then she gets to eating the breakfast.

Yi munches on her scrambled eggs and nods thoughtfully. And then she realizes... where are the drinks? "Mmph. Drinks," she utters out while standing up and swallowing. "What would you like?" Heading towards the kitchen, she peers around for liquids. "And that's the order I would think to put them in too. That Magic eye book... almost like trying to look into the Umbra, that one."

Bernie shrugs, "I like everythin' we've got, so hey, s'prise me..." She munches sausage, regarding the books. "Yeah, Magic Eye, takes some =def'nite= effort, there. Th' other two, though, basic'ly they're th' same thing... th' appearancea one images made uppa a lotta smaller images. Diff'rence is one's a moving images madea a lotta static ones that are th' same thing only still, an' one's madea dif'rent li'l images that make one static whole."

Yi has a looksee into the fridge, and finally opts for a couple glasses of orange juice which she pours and brings back. "Right." She sets the glasses down at the table and sits again, looking at Bernie thoughtfully. "Have I ever told you how refreshing it is to teach you? Like breathing crisp mountain air after living in a room full of car exhaust for a week."

Bernie blinks, and gains a slight hint of pink in her cheeks as she grins. "Well, hey, thanks. Can I be like a light summer breeze, too?" She sips the orange juice, and munches a bit. "...so what I'm thinkin', so far, is: th' idea with th' gift is t' make yourself like th' individual pictures that make up th' big one. So people jus' see th' big one, an' not you, 'less they really put their minds to it?"

Yi mms around a palate full of potato which is washed down with her drink. "Right. Like, those lizards that change color and have googly eyes. You want to make it so the person doesn't necessarily see -you-, but just the surroundings and move on. From the flipbook, you pass by the pictures too quickly and the brain tells you it's moving. But you don't see the actual individual pictures until you stop or slow down. The mosaic, if you see it from far away and don't look closely enough, all you see is the bigger picture and not the ones inside. The Magic Eye, well... just causes some headaches until people -know- how to see what's in them." She smiles. "That's pretty much the secret. People are careless like that. But when they actually start to see you, then you're pretty much caught until you can cause another distraction and make them look away so you can hide yourself again."

Bernie considers that, and nods. "Like how once you focus on the Magic Eye shit, you know how t' do it, but someone calls your name an' you look away from th' dolphin, you look back an' it's just a mess again 'til you manage t' refocus."

Yi nods enthusiastically. "Exactly." She finishes up the breakfast, draining the last of her orange juice. "Maybe the aliens came up with the Magic Eye first..." comes the humored muse. "But that's pretty much what there is to it. Maybe we should give it a test run sometime." Insert Grin.

Bernie giggles. "Th' Timinator does it with cigarette smoke. An' I saw you doin' it with shadows.... so I guess it'd be real easy in, like, coastal areas with all th' fog," she snickers, "or back in th' smog near LA, I guess." She finishes her food up as well, washing it down, and stretches. "How d'ya think we oughta give it a try?"

Yi gathers up the plates and glasses, bringing them over towards the kitchen to rinse and wash. "Hmm... indeed. What to try it with. Can't exactly start you off with Mission:Impossible even though you're brilliant." Rinse, lather, scrub, rinse, dry. "How about the shopping mall? Well then again, it -is- against the law..." Yi continues to muse. She really doesn't have much of a clue what use as example that wouldn't be falling 'to the Dark Side'.

"What'd be 'gainst which law?" Bernie queries, standing and stretching. "...mmmph. You think 'bout it a li'l, I'll go get presentable an' all?" She heads toward the closed bedroom door.

Yi thinks about it indeed, pondering the ponderable while Bernie spruces up. She murmurs quietly to herself, the cogs in her head obviously turning with grinding thoughts.

Bernie opens the door, briefly revealing a deeply asleep Matt wrapped in the various linens on the bed as she steps out, suitably clothed now, and recloses the door to go comb her hair and such in the bathroom.

[Sadly, the lesson never got picked up on-screen.]