"Well, luckily I can cook homemade food," Abigail replied with a hint of confidence in her voice, "Though it might not be as good as what your mother fixed, I can cook a nice meal when I have the time. Though, I do miss my daddy's cooking too... I'd love to go back home but at the same time, I like my freedom and not having to be so sheltered. Oh, and okay."<br/><br/>In the short time Akira had left his computer, Abigail had began to worry about him. His vanishing seemed to be very sudden and abrupt. Was he sick? Was it an excuse to run away from her? Her fears were proven false when he came back, and mentioned that he had to take a painkiller. A frown appeared on her face as she looked at him.<br/><br/>"For your illness? I really hope you feel better soon." she spoke until she saw that it was almost time for her to go to bed. She had to shower and do her homework before she could sleep, and that would mean that she would be up until three or four in the morning. It was close to one now. Her heart sunk as she realized that she would have to stop talking soon enough.  "I really don't want to be rude, and I really want to talk to you more... I wish I didn't have classes in the morning... because if I could, I'd be up all night talking to you. I am going to stay for another half hour, and then log off because I have to shower and work on homework. I hope that's alright."