As Taylor sorted out the laundry, a small notebook slipped from the pockets of one of the pants. It had a thick leather cover, of dark brown color, with "Yannick Vanderhold" imprinted on it with gold colored letters. Below that it listed in smaller letters "Do not open." It seemed to come from an ordinary set of black jeans.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The copycat just sat there, watching Alex from it's post near the door. It looked funny at the human, each time it tried to give the copycat instructions in the english tongue. After a couple of minutes passed, it licked it's own paws clean, before focussing it's full attention back on the human.<br/><br/>The spices leave themselves to be guessed at their origin. While some of the spices looked exactly like those found in a regular grocery store, others resembled those spices very closely, but carried different numbers on their labels.<br/><br/>After a while, she could hear someone descend from the sounds on the stairs. A little after, Yannick popped his head around the door and inquired cheerfully: "So, what's for dinner?"