"I can't find her!" Atticus called from a far off room.<br/><br/>"Keep looking, shes got to be around here somewh-RRRGH!" Before Cyrus knew what was happening, he was pounced on by Wiflor. He fell flat on his back, looking up at her. "Nngh... glad you find this so funny." He sat up. "Found her!" Cyrus called. Atticus shuffled into the room.<br/><br/>"Ah, there you are darling." He approached Wiflor and pat her on the head.<br/><br/>"She was hiding. Pounced on me when I entered." Cyrus stood up and rubbed his back. "She's very stealthy. Never heard a thing."<br/><br/>"Ah, good! A deadly predator if she wants to be. Interesting..." Atticus took a few more notes in his journal. "We should rest after dinner. We'll head out to the Blue Tower tomorrow." Atticus cleared his throat. "Mary!" A young woman in a maid's uniform entered, bowing to Atticus. "Is dinner ready, love?"<br/><br/>"Yes, Master Atticus. You and your guests are free to eat. I shall make your plates."<br/><br/>"Very good, Mary. Go and do that." The three would then make their way to the dining room.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Wiflor had her own plate; an uncooked steak and some herb and garlic soup. Cyrus and Atticus dined on herb and garlic soup, steak, boiled potatoes, and salad. There was a spoon next to Wiflor's bowl. "Wiflor." Atticus said. "Observe." He picked up the spoon, giving her time to look at how exactly he was holding it. He then slowly dipped it into the bowl, brought the spoon up again and to his mouth where he sipped the soup out of the spoon. He set the spoon down. "You try."