Didn't care about this city? Chryssie suppose she could understand that. City life wasn't much her style either. Brief visits sure. To actually live and work in? Not her scene. Small town life was more her pace. A lot more her pace. She doubted it would be his though. Then again, if he was willing to try, who was she to stop him? Not that she thought she could stop him when it came right down to it. She didn't think a train could stop him if she was really pressed for an answer as to what could. Chryssie had come to the conclusion in the short time she had known him, that only Lazar could stop Lazar. She didn't know why she had come to that conclusion, just that her gut told her it was right and usually gut instincts weren't wrong. Usually.<br/><br/>Reaching across the table, she laid a hand on his arm and gave him a smile. "If you can cook, I can always see if Dad needs some help around the bakery. Though that would depend on if you can cook a decent cupcake. I hope you can take criticism well." She stood up and stretched before rummaging through her bag for the day's clothes. "He gives it out like candy on Halloween." She only sounded a touch bitter about that as she turned back to him, her arms full of clothes.<br/><br/>"As for bodyguards...I really can't think of anyone I know of who would need one. You might try a place like Hollywood or New York for that sort of work." She shrugged. She really didn't know an awful lot that didn't have to deal with flowers or baking. She had a simple life. Or she still has a simple life since Lazar mentioned running into vampires again would be rare. She never had to deal with a life of constantly looking back over her shoulder. Not like Lazar. She couldn't even begin to imagine what sort of life that must have been like.