As she set aside the soup spoon to pick up a knife and begin to cut carrots, she heard Goku's stomach growl loudly, making her smile a little bit. She knew she had been right in guessing that the guy was hungry, she had that sort of way to detect hunger in just about anything. It didn't take long for the scent of good food to fill the kitchen as the soup simmered, and she had seared some meat before putting it to bake in the oven. Finishing the carrots, she picks up the cutting board and brings it over to the pot, tipping it so that the pieces of orange vegetable fall in.<br/><br/>As she was doing this, Lizbet hears the question that was asked of her from Goku, whom had asked where she had moved from. "I'm from Sweden originally. That's in Europe, if you were wondering." She turns her eyes to look at him, noticing that he was looking around at the pictures that were up on the wall, across from the cooking place and cupboards. Many of them had her in it, some were of her and her mother and father, others were of herself and her cat and dog, one was of her riding the horse that was out in the pasture. A few didn't have her in them, and the one that was most important was the one set in the center of them all, of her mother and father on their wedding day.<br/><br/>"Sweden was nice, but...I needed a change of pace, you know? So, after hearing a lot of wonderful things about West City, I decided to move here. I'm really glad that I found this place, I was able to bring my family with." She blushes and smiles a little, laughing slightly. "I know it's probably weird, but my family are a cat, a dog, and a horse...but they're all I have...They were there for me when I lost what I had left, and when I was sad...They're more than just animals to me..."<br/><br/>Reaching up above the counter, in one of the cupboards, Lizbet pulls out a bowl, and puts some of the soup inside. Pulling a spoon from the drawer, she sets the bowl on the table in front of Goku. "Careful, it's hot. I'll get you something cold to drink. I hope you like tea, because it's that, water, or milk." Getting a glass, she pours some tea from a pitcher from the refrigerator, placing a few ice cubes inside, and then setting that on the table too. Sitting down on an empty seat, she places her hands in her lap, taking sips from her own glass of tea. "The meat should be done in a little bit. If you want more soup I can get you more. Feel free to eat the rolls there in the basket, they're still good. And, if you want to, there is the fruit too."<br/><br/>She didn't mind having him there, in fact, it was quite different from the usual of just herself and her pets. Having another person who could actually talk with her there was quite nice, though she never complained once about having 'conversations' with her dog and cat. It just wasn't all that fun since she couldn't really understand what they were saying when they meowed or barked at her.