Zola warned me that breakfasting with her family would be an unusual experience. They're a circus family, you see.
Her mum spun plates on sticks before serving us eggs. Zola juggled oranges. Her brother emerged from the family’s oversized aquarium, dropping heavy chains on the floor and declaring it his quickest escape yet. A lion circled the table waiting for scraps while Zola's father cracked a whip.
It was unusual, I’ll admit, but it didn’t freak me out. My parents are trainee astronauts, you see, and eating scrambled eggs in zero-gravity is not what I’d call an everyday experience.