<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Chris heard her murfle and stuck his head into the room, smiling. "Morning. Whacha want for breakfast?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>She stretched unselfconsciously, in a way which would have made the bedsheets fall off her (if she'd actually been under any in the first place) and yawned, showing her jawline to best effect.<br/><br/>"You, but I don't have another reform potion. So just coffee and some toast. Decaf... but then that's the only kind you're likely to have, anyway." She was referring to the canid low tolerance to caffine. She ruflled her head fur.<br/><br/>"In the meantime, I need to borrow your bathroom. Vore breath and a serious need for a shower." She stalked off into the front room and collected her jacket and bodysuit. "Which way?" She looked him up and down and grinned. "Of course, we could save some water if you joined me."