Sasha yawned, stretching out as she entered the kitchen. Clad only in a long night-shirt and underwear, her short brown hair was a tousled mess. "Good morning," she gasped out with a languid roll of her shoulders. "Have you eaten? I was thinking of making french toast."<br/><br/>That said, she made a beeline for the fridge, fishing out the requisite ingredients. As she cracked the eggs into a bowl, whisking them furiously with a dash of milk, she paused to consider the request. "Hmm... It's not that I'd say no, per say..." She hummed thoughtfully to herself. "It's just that... Well, doing the whole magical girl thing is sort of a part-time job for me. I mean, certainly it's the most important thing I do, but I have a life outside of it."<br/><br/>She tapped her foot as she thought it out. "Like you said, about how you're trying to reconcile being two different people. I'm Sasha the magical healer. But I'm also a daughter, and a friend, and a student, and an employee, you know?"<br/><br/>"What I'm saying is... I don't exactly run about doing magic in broad daylight, unless there's an emergency." She let that thought sink in for a moment, before continuing. "That being said, I'd be happy to have you tag along when I go out to do the whole healing thing. You may have a knack for it, you may not, but just being around the people when you take away their pain and suffering... It's a rush I think you'll appreciate."<br/><br/>She smiled softly at the changeling, soaking a slice of bread in the batter and throwing it on the pan. "And hey, if you're any good at baking I can introduce you to my work. They may not pay you for the first night, but they're always looking for help, so if you do a good job you'll probably get a job offer." She grinned wider. "Even if you don't, working there's a blast. You'll love it."