Ptricia purred. She really should think about remodelling her place with a fireplace... possibly add a sub-level with a big sitting room so she didn't mess with the main room's techno-Egyptian aesthetic. English baroque, yes, lots of wood paneling and carpets you could loose prey in.<br/><br/>She could also add bedrooms for Chris and Reizu, and a purpose built practice room... after all the band needed a base, and the concealed parking garage for Riezu's bus was almost complete in the warehouse next door to hers.<br/><br/>But right now, she had a warm fire, a full belly, and someone scratching that hard to get at bit just between her wing roots. "Prrrrrrr! Oh yes, that feels sooo good."