Looking over to the curious situation between Goodman and Jen, the angelic woman found herself wondering what was going between those two. Nonetheless, she kept to her place within the living room, taking a social breather as her eyes wondered around the home.<br/><br/>"Looks...different to any other human home I've been in...." Dawn muttered, mainly to herself. Well, that is until she realized she said the actual words aloud, quickly slapping a hand against her mouth. With a quick scan round the immediate area, she had hoped none had heard her.<br/><br/>Hoping perhaps to save herself; "Hey uh--Jen'jidai, may I ask when's breakfast....wait no, dinner...going to be?" The woman asked on over towards the hostess, all while mentally grumbling how humans keep track of the difference between breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Dawn will surely never know.