Speak of the Devil and it should appear.  The food was brought in by none other than Xyveris himself, which was a shock to Brian.  Given that Xyveris' glamour is that of a regular person with a carnival bend, seeing the truth of the matter had him backing up, in the chair, against the wall.  Xyveris regarded him for a moment before settling the platter on the bed next to Liz.  Her special drink was on the tray as well, set well off to the side.  "My apologies for the delay," Xyveris said.  "It took a while to get certain things together."<br/><br/>Brian looked at the platter, up at Xyveris.  Clearing his throat, he'd try to keep his voice from cracking too much.  "Um so I um," Brian began, pausing, clearing his throat.  This was going to be more difficult than he imagined.  "I want to go get a few things from our house.  Liz probably would like some of her own clothing and I would, too.  And perhaps some of the things at home.  I like to draw, things like that."  Xyveris looked at him, then at Liz.  Waiting to see what she said to the idea, obviously.