Azreal sighed as Mao pulled on her tail.  Always the clingy one it would seem.  Still, her heart went out to the poor girl considering the crappy start she had had in her life.  It was only understandable after all that she 'imprint' onto anyone that took care of her at all.  The psychologist was coming out, and Azreal just smiled warmly as she ran her fingers over Mao's furry head.  "Sssshhh, the food will be done as soon as it is done, I promise.  There's no need to cry, Mao."  Her amber eyes locked onto Julie next without ever missing a beat in her food preparation.  "Be a little more understanding Julie.  She's had it rougher than either of us put together.  Still, she's right Mao, sit down and relax, it'll be done that much quicker, alright?"  Azreal said, untangling herself gently from Mao whether or not she actually did as she was asked as she listened to Jason's question, gathering the finished product up a few seconds later.<br/><br/>Bringing it to the group in the other room, Azreal set the plates and glasses on the living room table so that everyone had an equal share.  Fresh lemon juice, mashed potatoes, salad, everything she had planned to make was available as the 'shrink' settled down next to Julie.  "His room is on the second floor, last room on the right.  He did leave an envelope for you on the dresser table, but what's inside I cannot guess.  Still, regardless, I do hope that whatever happens from here, we're able to live in relative peace with one another.  I'm a psychologist by trade, so any problems that come up, feel free to talk to me.  The usual patient confidentiality apply, even if I'm not being paid for my services."  She teased, smiling warmly at the compliment to the food she had made as she calmly dug in.