Emory could have sworn she saw something in Prometheus' eyes as he walked down the stairs, the tips of his ears tilted back and a small frown tugging at his lips. Was he worried about her? She wondered about that. Whatever it was, the expression quickly disappeared as his eyes found her. She smiled as he greeted her with what she recognized to be a traditional elven greeting. She repeated the gesture, smiling brightly. "<span style="font-style: italic">Good morning.</span>" She greeted him.<br/><br/>When he looked past her, his eyes glimmering a bit, asking if she'd made food, she smiled and nodded. "<span style="font-style: italic">Yes, I did.</span>" She replied, turning as he walked past her and following him into the kitchen. She was certain that the food she cooked would be a bit different than what he was used to, but it couldn't be helped. In all the books she'd read about elves, she'd yet to find an elven cookbook. Perhaps there was one amidst the masses of books in this house, but she didn't yet have permission to look through them. Until then, she hoped that the food she cooked was satisfactory.<br/><br/>She watched with anticipation as he tasted the food, internally letting out a sigh of relief when he said it was good. "<span style="font-style: italic">I'm glad.</span>" She smiled sweetly before nodding to the latter question. "<span style="font-style: italic">Yeah. That and some things I picked from the plant room. I hope that's okay.</span>" She explained, hoping that both he and Wednesday would be okay with it. After all, she didn't think they'd want her to starve. She didn't know how often he needed to eat, but she thought that even if it wasn't strictly necessary for him to eat as often as she did, he might enjoy eating the food she cooked every now and then.<br/><br/>He asked if she wanted to go into the woods today as he got himself a glass of water and took a seat at the table in the kitchen. "<span style="font-style: italic">Yeah, sure!</span>" She replied somewhat more enthusiastically than was necessary, but she was excited to get to do some more exploring, even if it wasn't much. This whole place was new and exciting for her, so she was more than happy to go where ever he was willing to take her.<br/><br/>She didn't miss that he was watching her every movement. She wondered why. It wasn't like it bothered her. He wasn't some weird, creepy guy, so his gaze didn't make her uncomfortable. In fact, for whatever reason, she rather liked having his attention. She had grown quite fond of him in the short time they had spent together. She couldn't really explain why. That was just the way it was.<br/><br/>She glanced back at Cessy, who moved to hide between her shoulder blades again, out of sight of Prometheus. She giggled a little at this and then returned her attention to Prometheus. "<span style="font-style: italic">No, that's fine. I'd like to go out for a bit, if that's okay. We don't have to go to too many different places, but some fresh air would be nice.</span>" She smiled sweetly as she spoke. She knew that there was still cleaning that they could do, and she needed to get the ingredients ready for the mixture she was going to make for Wednesday, but those things could wait.<br/><br/>She had decided not to tell Prometheus about what she planned to do for Wednesday, anyways. She didn't want to get his hopes up when she didn't know how well it would work, or if it would work at all. If it did work, it would be a pleasant surprise for all of them. She might have to get him to help her in drying out the roots she'd gathered, since she didn't think they'd dry quickly on their own, but she was sure she could come up with some excuse for it.<br/><br/>In the mean time, she got her food and a glass of water and took a seat next to him. She wondered if he would eat anything, but she wouldn't pressure him to. She'd made enough for him, in case he wanted it, but if he didn't, it was just something she could eat herself later on, so it worked out either way. Whether or not he chose to eat, she intended to enjoy the food. It was something she'd come up with on the fly, using the ingredients she had available, so it wasn't something she'd eaten before. Even if she was the one who made it, she still enjoyed eating new things.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">So, is there anywhere in particular you plan to go in the woods?</span>" She asked between bites, partly out of curiosity, and partly as a way to make conversation. It wasn't like she was necessarily uncomfortable with the silence, but she was curious to get to know him, to learn more about him, so she thought that conversation was a good way to do that. After all, there were many things to be learned this way, even beyond those things that were shared.