Fiana had caught a lift with Chris to the shopping district, to be in time to open her store. As it was their bathroom antics had made her late. But as she said, one good thing about being the boss, you didn't have to be early all the time.<br/><br/>The phone took some several rings. Then Ptricia answered.<br/><br/>"Chris? Hi, where are you? Outside... okay, give me a minute..."<br/><br/>It was a couple of minutes before she appeared, in humanoid form, opening the ground floor double door opposite her warehouse. As the two of them travelled back under the tunnel, she sniffed and grinned. "Someone got lucky, both sorts?"<br/><br/>She grinned. "Sorry it took so long, but I had to turn the heat down."<br/><br/>The elavator cage stopped at the first sub-level, and the smell of roasting meat. In the kitchen, the headless corpse of Barbara was packed in a roasting tin with stuffing, and roasting in the red hot oven. It depended on your personal tastes as to whether it was more or less un-nerving, that her head was mounted on a trophy plaque, hung on a free hanging hook opposite.<br/><br/>"I think I'm almost done!" Oh, and watching her body roasting with every sign of enjoyment. Ptricia moved over to the oven, opening it a crack, and poking the rabbit rump with a metal skewer, making the head squeak.<br/><br/>"Uh uh, still about 20 minutes to go. I think you were maybe underestimating when you gave me your weight?" Ptricia chuckled.<br/><br/>The removed rabbit head blushed. "Okay... maybe just a little. It's the carrot cake when I have lunch with Fiana... oh, is she here?" Her voice was eager.