Calden had went quiet when asked how he should be kept in loop. Didn't seem like the boy had much thought it further than up to the fact that he just disliked not knowing what was going on. He had muttered in answer, saying he would 'think of something', meaning he probably wouldn't come up with anything in a while. Seemed pretty difficult for him to really be kept out there in the open as people would no doubt be disturbed by the weird eye thing on the girl's shoulder and more so when it would move and talk.<br/><br/>People of the bakery didn't have to know. They were all smile and grin as they welcomed Astrid into the spacious establishment filled with warmth and inviting scents. "Ah! That is good to hear," sighed Grumbles as what little worries he had held of Astrid's impression towards the town seemed to fade with her complimenting the hideout. A silent moment of realization appeared on his face and the older man quickly began clanking through some utensils, plates and such as he began to prepare what seemed like proper dinner. He left the quest's entertainment to Tristy and her daughter. Kate's embrace around her mommy's waist loosened a little and she turned to look back at her newest friend; her face beamed with a blissful little smile. Tristy's hand stayed at the rough short hair of her daughter and began inattentively stroking the hair while keeping her attention on Astrid. "Glad to hear you liked it. I made those actually. There might still be a few"-she cast a glance above the counter towards the baker's back-"but I think Grumbles just began..." her tone faded into mumbling as the booming male voice shouted in response, "YES! YES! I'm preparing a feast - a welcome feast! It'll be great... just hold on I'll... Grrr!" Grumble's fumbling was heralded by a particularly noisome rattle as he accidentally let some pans drop onto the floor. Tristy ignored the man whose rambling quickly became mostly nonsensical monologue.<br/><br/>Tristy continued to behave like a model hostess, treating Astrid with kind and un-intrusive little questions and answers - her travels, if she had something she wanted to know about the town and other such. Kate joined in. Naturally she could not stay quiet and had to add her own opinion to every topic even if it wasn't valid. She did seem to behave a little less high and mighty around her mom though than she had when her and Astrid had been alone. In the background Grumbles ceaselessly worked to produce something for them to enjoy. He would occasionally pop into the backrooms where the real kitchen seemed to be.<br/><br/>It was on its way to be a nice calm evening; mundane without any sort of strange disturbance. Calden had remained quiet. Of course as he did not want to give away their cover. He had also been in a pretty good mood though. There were plenty of sounds, a lively conversation and bright auras of the three humans around them giving him entertainment. Kate yelping and complimenting the smell emanating from kitchen was when his relaxation was interrupted. In that world of his where bright auras danced against a void background a ripple ran across the floor of the blackness or rather a wave of something reached him - them. It flowed harmlessly across the room and people who remained unaware, but to Calden it had different effect which incited a thorough terror in his mind. A vision of himself or at least his own body and the thing that had taken control of it. He could see it stand proudly on top of a black heap with an ominous grin on his lips. The pitch black eyes of the God rose from the lump at its feet and looked into Calden, laughing. He was frozen in fear that the boy could not describe or fully comprehend, but under that weakness began stemming immense rage - how dare it use my body like that?!<br/><br/>Calden's voice was stern when he whispered during a good moment when no one else but Astrid would hear him, "I saw me. I saw 'that' God. Think I know where it is. It's doing something bad. We need to go." He didn't much spare thought for whether or not sun would set in some hours or what Astrid thought right then.