"Just my luck. Food walks in and their not on my menu... That, to overuse a pun, bites!" She muttered to herself.<br/><br/>Out loud she said, "It's okay, like I said earlier, I can make it or fake it. I know the tunes, I just wanted to remind myself..." She sat down at the laptop and started typing away.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"We've got a gig! It's tonight at the Sugarclub(a real club in dublin). We should decide on the setlist. I've shown you mine but do you two have anything to add?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia looked up from the laptop. "It's good, and Crazy Train too, but I'd like 'Killer Queen', could be my own sig song. And another one 'Bites the Dust'." She shrugged, "So I like Queen, almost as much as Sabbaton. Everyone likes Queen."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Alright, guys! I'm going to make ya'll breakfast. Trust me, I cook pretty good."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I bet you would too, just a little salt and... oh, you mean you cook food..." Ptricia blushed, "Yeah, let's see what you've got. Low blood sugar level's making me a little punchy."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"If you're hungry I can nurse you!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia's only half listening, mainly focussing on the musical score on the laptop, if the tapping of her toes is anything to go by. "Was weaned several millennia ago, Reizu's idea sounds better right now..."