<blockquote><div><cite>Reizu wrote:</cite>His hair shining in the sun, he mouthed the teen's name. "Anyway, I need a little breaky." Reizu grined down the stair rail and landed on the floor. "Morning, Chris. How'd ya sleep?" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>OOC: A good trick considering the lights in the main room are still on nighttime, and the place has no windows. Also, it's a ramp down to the lower level. Sorry to be a purist.<br/><br/>Chris finds the light switch at the bottom of the wide ramp is illuminated, and the kitchen and corridor light up at a touch. A search of the cupboards reveals a box of strawberry pop tarts, a catering size tub of mayonaise, a spice rack that's more like a chemistry store room, and a dozen different flavours of tea bag, along with a storage can of solidified sugar. Ptricia is clearly not a breakfast person.<br/><br/>The fridge offers little more. A half tomato, a carton of semi-skimmed milk, some mushrooms, 7 eggs, and some elderly cheese. A suspicious loaf and a pack of sunflower spread completes the haul. You remember the coffee jug is still upstairs, along with the cake rack, but how they'll be is anybodies guess.