OOC: Quails under the eagle eyed glare of Kruft... Don't worry, you made that clear before. I'm not going to try and wreck a plot point.<br/><br/>Ptricia wrinkles her nose. "Peanut butter... Bleah! Don't like it, don't have it in the house... But if you're going to be waking up here, I'd better get a stock in. Maybe some fruit, honeydew melon, or grapefruit as well. Bastet's litterbox! I should have restocked when I knew I had guests coming."<br/><br/>She heads off upstairs, muttering about where she'd left her mobile phone. There is a loud exclamation from above after a few moments, a string of profanity in a number of languages, from which you can distantly make out that she forgot to put it on charge.<br/><br/>She comes down, face like a thunderstorm. "Bloody electricity! I knew I should have rigged a spell of lightning on the battery pack to recharge it automatically..."<br/><br/>She glanced over at the walk in freezer. "A nice cup of Lipton's Orange Pekoe, a roast sucking pig and a half dozen eggs, some beefstake mushrooms and I'm done..." She shook her head. "C'mon, get your coats and do whatever whatever you think you'll need to be presentable, I'll be down in five minutes. We're eating out."<br/><br/>She charges off upstairs again, and you can soon hear her singing voice belting out "Feel it' over the sound of the carwash shower, followed by 'Tubthumping'.<br/><br/>OOC: Over breakfast, Chris can IC advance his cunning plans.