Tibithy blinked slowly, staring at Rachel in silence, wondering mildly at the circumstances that could produce such a person.<br/><br/><em>Is that the kind of place this is? Maybe I'm worrying about nothing.</em><br/><br/>"Would there happen to be a kitchen in here?" Tibithy asked generally, no much minding who answered, still glancing curiously at Rachel's stripes. "It's getting close to my lunchtime, and a cooked meal would really hit the spot, especially on a chilly day like today. I'll make it myself, of course. I have most of what I need. Don't worry, I'm willing to share."<br/><br/><em>Stripes. I think I'd look good in striped stockings. I'll have to remember that.</em>