Abida heard the approach, though she was focused on what seemed the most like food she would eat. Unfortunately half the stuff was stuff she just fetched from the eateries, the labeling being foreign to her. "Fel.. accoruim Ashe.. Lai.. Suime?" She shook her head and then felt Lillas touch, the feeling of the womans breast pressed against Abidas back, her hand cupping her belly, the other hand over Abidas shoulder. Abida nodded when informed of the language barrier and the contents of each food item. Her one hand held a cup of something and her eyes fixed on the label of one thing that she believed was yogurt, her other hand moved up to comb her fingers through Sister Nasers hair while her body leaned into the warm embrace of the athletic sporty woman. "This and..." she said as she held the protein and sugar laden yogurt, "And maybe some of these..." she said grabbing a green ceramic bowl that had some blue fruit in it. Abide turned for a moment to see the smirk and wink and she smiled and nodded in response.<br/><br/>Abida then leaned back again and kissed Lilla on the neck, lips and nose. Abida smiled and then saw, laying by the bed side, was a large full jug of water. "And something to drink." She said with a giggle before closing the fridge, knocking it closed by using her leg and foot. It was an interesting and fairly dextrose move on her part. It seemed Abida was fairly flexible. She then pulled away and got two spoons out of the drawer and grabbed up the water jug and picked a nice place to sit on the plush carpeted floor leaning up against the mattress of her bed. She then gave Sister Naser an inviting look, rubbing the floor next to her to beckon her to sit, and unscrewing the cap to the water jug. The bowl of fruit was positioned between Abidas legs, pressed against her belly. The green of the ceramic contrasting with the brown of Abidas flesh. On top of the bowl, sitting on the plastic lid was the big cup of what seemed like some sort of yogurt and two shining sliver spoons. "Come sit." she purred, her green eyes seeming to beam with her affections. Abida wanted to feed her as well, as she wasn't certain how best to express in words the connection she felt, the love, was a bit hard to put in words. It was easy to put in action, the last countless minutes of passionate sex she felt expressed it, but she wasn't certain how to translate Akkadi phrases of affection and love into any sort of Gothic.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>