Rylie and Emily exchanged a short glance, suddenly concerned about expired food. Emily quickly became distracted by something and Rylie figured that if the breakfast hadn't killed them all, whatever Kratos managed to scrounge up for lunch probably wouldn't either.<br/><br/>Emily smiled at Raphael's comment, "Why thank you!"<br/>A few moments later, she sniffed the air slightly, "Something smells... Odd."<br/>Rylie smacked the base of her hand to her forehead, but decided against saying anything. Kratos was being strangely quiet as well, and the demoness had a feeling it was for reasons similar to her own. One strange relationship was enough to keep her plenty occupied; she didn't need to go nosing around in whatever attraction was between Emily and Raphael.<br/><br/>"Seriously, what is that?" Emily asked, clearly confused, "Ry, are you wearing some weird demon-y perfume?"<br/><br/>"It's not me, " Rylie replied quickly, unable to fully hide her smirk.<br/>"Then what on Earth is-"<br/>Rylie pointed to Raphael and raised an eyebrow.<br/>"Oh. Ohhhh. Hi there," She grinned at the nekojin.<br/>Once again, Rylie's forehead connected with her hand, "Ouch," She deadpanned as she cut her palm on one of her new horns, "Y'know, these things are kinda sharp."<br/>Rylie frowned slightly at her hand before repeating the healing spell she'd used on Raphael under her breath, closing the wound, "Just another thing to get used to, I suppose."<br/><br/>"I'm sure you'll manage, Ry-Ry," Emily said, though it was clear by her tone that her mind was elsewhere.<br/>"Oh for the love of... Can we just call the kitchen neutral ground," Rylie cut in, effectively snapping her familiar out of her pheromone-addled stupor, "All this sexual tension is grating on my nerves... Not to mention the non-favors it's doing for my appetite... Although the thought of lightning-sneezing dragon-kittens<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>kind of adorable."