Amelia, just awoken from very pleasant dreams, lazily strolled downstairs and smiled as she heard Corvus.<br/>"Good morning lovely," she called from the open kitchen and started preparing breakfast. Quickly and quietly she produces various juices, bread, butter and cheese, along with a good-size bowl of last night's potato-soup.<br/><br/>She put it all on the dining table as well as dishes and other appropriate china and silverware.<br/><br/>"Want some coffee?" She asked as she prepared her espresso, the machine humming as the frothy dark-brown liquid poured slowly into the cup.