On her return outside, Sophia noticed the cellar door was still open.  Internally, she scolded herself for allowing it to just hang open like that.  If someone wondered down there...  She slammed and loosely bolted the door, hopefully persuading people to stay away while keeping it easily accessable for when the time came.<br/><br/>Inside, the food was nearly done, and the delicious aroma of beef stew and honnied tea filled the cottage and mixed with the natural perfume of the area.  "Where is your little friend?" Sophia questioned as Lilliana dished out the soup into a few wooden bowls.  "Is he sure that he wouldn't like something to eat, or at least some tea?"<br/><br/>By this point, Sophia was rather concerned that one of them might not drink the rew, which would make things far too complicated. Lilliana on the other hand wasn't thinking about much of anything beyond what it would be like to have an immortal in her grasp.  She wasn't keen on killing this one, if it could be done that is.  She just wanted to have one.