<strong>Town Square-</strong>Alex<br/><br/>Alex licked his lips slightly as she was getting the food.  He'd barely eaten over the last few days, and even on a good day, a fresh hotdog would be a treat, and she was getting more for him.  He was a bit cautious as he took the food, not used to that kind of generosity.  He was used to flying under the radar, not interacting so closely with his owner.  Never the less, the food was delicious, and he took his time enjoying it, careful not to spill anything on his now clean clothes.  He was still trying to figure out Anice, and why she was so interested in him.<br/><br/>"A bed and breakfast?  Why would I be sent there?"  He sounded genuinely puzzled, but did seem to linger long on it.  "Thanks for the clothes, but... how did you do it?"  He enjoyed the rest of his meal, and noted how she seemed to stumble to find a word other than slave.  "How I got here?  I was bought from the last person who owned me.  It's happened to me before, although I've never been anywhere like this.  I think I've had six different owners over the course of my life.  I barely met most of them, they weren't really interested in my, just the work I could do.  Usually I just get sent in to do some work and fix things."<br/><br/>He had a thousand more questions, but he didn't want to step out of place and ruin things.  Anice seemed nice, and by the reaction of the captain back at the port, going with her would be better than ending up where he had been heading.  She was also a beautiful girl.  His eyes moved up a bit from his meal, not quite meeting hers.  His cheeks coloured faintly from his thoughts, but he grabbed his drink and had some to hide it.