Cynthia laughed and walked Dray to the kitchen where three people welcomed them with different arays of meat, veggies, and deserts. Cynthia sat down at a larg table and looked at Dray. "Do you wish to eat down there, or up here?" She pointed to a chair across from her. A cook brought her a plate with all the same type of food she ordered back at the shop. Another person brought a plate with meats and veggies for Dray to him since it looked like he wanted to stay down there. "I do hope you grow to at least tolerate me Dray. I would like for us to get along, become friends rather then master and pet." Cynthia looked at the cooks with a smile. "I would like very much for you to be like a son to me. You see I can't have any children of my own."