Rylie awoke to a semi-foreign smell that she later registered as bacon; something she had very little prior experience with. She noticed Kratos was missing and deduced that he was making good on his promise of breakfast. Her brow furrowed slightly as she hoped she hadn't encroached too much on the other demon's space during the night.<br/><br/>Her mood lifted quite a bit as she shifted her gaze to the other bed. A snort escaped her, then gave away to full on laughter at Raphael's antics. Still chortling, the raven-haired woman swung her legs over the bed and followed the Nekojin downstairs. She caught up with him and laid a hand on his shoulder to stop his self-berating, "It's fine you know. She likes you."<br/><br/>She bounded down the last few stairs and into the kitchen, "Okay, that smells epic and awesome and... Edible. After the discussion about strange unmentionable liquid baptism last night, I must confess I was a little leary about your cooking."<br/><br/>Emily entered a few moments later, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "You and me both, Ry-Ry. But that does smell tasty." The blond's eyes wandered to the Nekojin and a wistful sigh escaped her. Rylie smirked, "You are so painfully obvious."<br/>"Shut up," Emily whined, laying her forehead on the table.