The old woman, after bringing the man to her home, had patched up his wounds and then began to work in the kitchen throughout the rest of the night. Breakfast would be as simple as some scrambled eggs and cheese with some sausage bits and peppers mixed in with it to make an omelet that was cooked to perfection. Food like this did not do much for her sustenance, a human heart would work much better when it came to satisfying her hunger, but it was good for holding herself over and she had a guest. He should feel special since she didnâ€™t always cook for her guests. While working she hummed softly and was pretty focused on what she was doing. A perfectionist she was not but she would still make sure that the food she was preparing was both appealing and well made instead of looking like it had been thrown together.<br/><br/>Hearing the door open she turned to see the man standing there staring at her like a deer caught in headlights. She tilted her head a bit and smiled at him, finding this all too amusing.<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™re awake it seems, are you hungry?â€ The old woman began in a soft tone as she gestured to the food still being cooked. It would only take a few minutes before it was completely done. She was making things to go with the eggs; some home fries and scrapple on the side. The old woman was not particularly fond of either of those things but she knew that humans seemed to enjoy them. Sometimes she really does try hard to impress those she brings here, all part of her act mostly, she does have a bit of a heart even if it is a small one. The best way to find out more about a person was to butter them up a little and treat them kindly no matter how awkward it may seem. Her ugly side was going to be suppressed for the time being, until she got to know her new friend more, since she knew from the look on his face he was extremely uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Once breakfast was ready she set the table carefully and gestured for her new friend to take a seat. Everything was carefully placed on the table in a neat fashion as if this were some fancy dinner for two, complete with a choice between coffee and some alcohol. She did not like coffee either. The table looked like it was a small buffet, biscuits, crackers, whatever one would want with their breakfast sat out on display just waiting to be eaten.<br/><br/>â€œDonâ€™t just sit there like you have never seen food before, eat up if youâ€™re hungry.â€ the old woman spoke up again. â€œI want you to be as comfortable as possible. We do have a lot we must speak about before I allow you to go home.â€ She was well aware that she sounded like some creep, but soon it would all be clear to this man. When he left here she hoped that he would be a new person, maybe, if he did not prove to be one of those impossible cases.  The poor guy looked so petrified and surprise to be here that she wondered about him, what it would take to get him out of his hell more, she wanted him to say anything. It would be a waste if she brought him here and then he didnâ€™t want to be social, she would have to wipe his memory of meeting her and then throw him back into whatever miserable life he was living.