Food. NOW he was speaking her language. The long ride on the motorcyle in relative discomfort had quite thoughouly emptied her stomach of all the deliciousness of her previous meal, and she was waiting for a chance to remidy that problem. Bowing, Dyenes smiled.<br/><br/>"As you wish." Following his directions to the kitchen, she took a look around, spending the first five minutes getting aquainted with where everything was, and five minutes more taking stock of everything they had. Most of it was some pretty rare stuff. Whether he aquired all this delicous food legally or otherwise mattered not. All that was important was that something rather pleasing to the tongue can be made.<br/><br/>Bouncing between the stove and countertop, she went about her cooking business, making sure to make enough for three... even if the second servant didn't eat, it was always good to have some left over, just in case. Digging around in the back of what she assumed to be the pantry, she managed to salvage a half-used box of pancake batter mix, and although it looked slightly weathered, the contence looked fairly usable.<br/><br/>All things said and done, breakfast had taken her a good twenty minutes to complete, but she was happy with the results. She hasn't had this much good food to work with in a while, and it made her happy to have the chance to experminent a little. Finishing placing the plate of pancakes on the table, covered in a cloth to conserve heat, she pulled a pan from a rack and placed it on the stove.<br/><br/>"Do you like eggs, sir?" She asked quite plainly. "And if so, how do you like them?"