Think with your stomach

First, lets make sure you still have control over Delilah. I wish she had golden irises. She watches you, waiting for you to start eating, and you watch her deep brown eyes erupt with yellow. You sigh in relief before cutting into your waffle. You can figure this out after this home cooked meal. For now, it's enough to know you can change things if you have to.

This could all be some trap, but damn if this food wouldn't make you fall. A usual weekday starts with a bowl of cereal, so a full meal is an unexpected delight.

"Dear, don't be rude," your mother chides after a while, breaking the conversation the three of them had been having. "Join the conversation."

"It's alright, Mrs. Doe, I'm just glad to see John enjoying my cooking," Delilah chirps.

"Well, if you're sure." Mom frowns, but adheres to Delilah's will.

It's really easy going along with it all. You don't know whether you wished for this in your dreams or someone else has the same powers, but it doesn't seem to matter when your home is so pleasant. You would have never expected Delilah to have such an impact on your life. Delilah never stood out among the other cheerleaders. She'd always blend in with whoever she was with, and never left an impression beyond mild approval. Yet seeing how much she can change your family makes you wonder how much influence her soft words hold.

It doesn't feel that long before you've finished your meals. Delilah ropes you into helping with the dishes, but with her chatting with you it doesn't feel like such a chore. Your part of the conversation is mostly simple response, but she doesn't seem to mind. Once you're finished, it's time for school, and Delilah offers you a ride.