<div align="center">Kyle</div><br/>Kyle smiles at Giselle’s appreciation of the chicken. “Other than the fact spices and herbs are quite easy to get on my world, Mom’s loving touch seems to magically add something else to her meals. I apologize for the apple, they not exactly in season. They are grown on huge orchards with hundreds of trees. They tend to be harvested before they are fully ripe so they don’t spoil as quickly as it may be two weeks or more before they get to the market. They also use chemicals to protect them from insects. All these things have an effect on quality.”<br/><br/>After finishing the little meal, Kyle replaces the pitcher and chicken back into the refrigerator. He suddenly yawns involuntarily arching his back which makes several popping sounds. “If you will please excuse me, after my being dumped in a water filled ditch, I feel grimy and really need to get cleaned up before getting some much needed sleep. You are welcome to rummage around if you want something else to eat. Make yourself at home.” He then heads back up stairs.<br/><br/>Upstairs Kyle enters his room and quickly strips out of his dirty clothes. He hangs the sword on a bedpost at the foot of his bed. He wraps a terry cloth robe around his body. Padding out into the hallway in nothing but the robe, he retrieves a towel from the linen closet. He enters the bathroom and pushes the door closed but leaves it open about an inch or so. Pushing the sliding glass door open he reaches in and turns on the water on. Slipping the robe off he hangs it on a hook on the bathroom door. He then reaches in to adjust the temperature off water.