A Slight Adjustment

I woke up on the floor in front of a brick fireplace. To my left sat a round spotted seal, and beside me were two shaggy, pale creatures. Not the kitchen station I was expecting, but alright. I tried moving my right hand. The fingers flexed, then my elbow bent cleanly. My plush hand brushed lightly against the fuzzy arm of the white monster next to me. It didn't react at all. Well. Looks like I'm the only one on duty here. I let out a soft sigh, squared my chef coat, and settled into place.