As Aisling moved outside, she ran into Alex, who was just on her way in, carrying two large eggs under each of her arms. They were a foot and a half high, varying in colors from brown to skyblue, and three of them were covered with bumps.<br/><br/>Before she could address the fellow maid, her attention was drawn by a familiar voice coming from the gate. "Hey Aisling!" her friend yelled at her, leaning back against her red Porche, as she swept some of her long, blond hair out of her face. "Good to see you! So tell me, am I here to drop off your luggage or offer you a ride home?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The copycat proved stubborn as it slipped through the door, and headed after Alex, insisting on staying about two feet behind the maid. It followed her down the stairs, and only stopped just shy of the kitchen, sitting down in the hallway as it stared at the maid.<br/><br/>Upon first sight, the kitchen appeared futuristic, especially compared to the rest of the house. It was literally filled with the latest devices, most of which had no place in a simple household. The large dishwasher also indicated that washing dishes would not be among the maid's chores. There were two microwaves, several ovens, a large grill, and a big tray with the single purpose of preparing meat, among other stuff, some of which the maid could hardly tell the purpose off. Everything was completely spotless, and there was enough room to move around that several people could work here simultaneously without ever being in each other's way.<br/><br/>While the kitchen itself showed promising, the The fridge contained milk, lots if it. There was also cheese, yogurt, eggs and some orange juice. The freezer contained a lot of one-person instant meals, mostly pizza or lasagna and some rice dishes, and some minced meat and chicken, but nothing else. After checking upon the rest of the storage space, she could find a lot of fruit, but no vegetables. There was also a large sack of rice, and numerous sorts of pasta, but the majority of the storage space was just sitting empty.<br/><br/>At least there were numerous spices, all in pretty much identical containers. The labels contained only numbers, ranging from #001 to #112. Some of them appeared like salt, pepper or oregano, but she couldn't tell for sure. Some of the others looked really weird, and in two of the containers, it appeared like, whatever was inside of there, was actually crawling around.