Natasha had woken up and had prepared a cooked breakfast in the kitchen using the technologically advanced cooking devices that took most of the effort out of cooking.  Natasha had tried cooking the old fashioned way...a long time back...though it had always ended in her having cuts all over her hands, arms and legs as she tripped and slipped while chopping up certain items.  It was a wonder she hadn't killed herself in the kitchen, but that was then and this is now.  Natasha put the food on the table.<br/>"Juliette, I've made breakfast...when you're done in the shower just come on down!"  She called up to her mother as she sat down to eat and the phone rang.  Natasha quickly got up out of hr seat, tripped over and somehow managed to get the phone cable coiled around her as she picked up the receiver to answer Davis.<br/>"Hello, Feldrance residence...Natasha speaking."  She responded on the phone.