<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg12802890#msg12802890">Quote from: CutiebyNight on November 26, 2016, 03:54:59 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rachel, completely ignoring the comment about food and kitchens, instead chose to zero in on the stranger's attentions towards her legs. Or rather, the stockings that covered them. <br/><br/>"Hot Topic. You can order them off Hot Topic." She grinned, however, quite fond of any attention. "Thank you kindly for leering at my legs. Quite an ego boost for me."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Tibithy gave a little sigh and nod of understanding, although they weren't entirely certain that they did understand, and made a mental note for later. In truth, Tibithy loved horizontal stripes, but generally avoided them for the sake of others. Maybe now was the time to loosen up.<br/><br/>"Well, you do wear those well," they said. "Of course, I'll own I've never had legs like yours."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180995.msg12802890#msg12802890">Quote from: CutiebyNight on November 26, 2016, 03:54:59 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She crossed her long slender legs, then shrugged. "No one really owns this place, I don't think. Just stumble around. You'll find where you need to be eventually. And don't be so polite... unless you genuinely like being that way." She stretched herself out, laying her back against the floor. "Politeness only gets you so far in life. If there is a Twinkie in the pantry, it's mine."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"I'll be sure to save it for you, then," Tibithy said, puzzling mildly at this philosophy and getting up to explore the house. "I take it this isn't the kind of place where people fry those, or I'd offer."<br/><br/>They went around to the kitchen, setting down the basket and laying out its contents on the counter.<br/><br/>"Politeness has its uses," they mused, warming up a frying pan and laying a white mushroom out on the cutting board. "If you give it to others, you usually get it back. Well, usually. That's the risk of investment, right?"<br/><br/>A chop and a pour later, the kitchen was full of the smell of sizzling mushrooms. Tibithy sighed contentedly, taking a seat on the stool by the stove. On a whim, they checked the pantry, finding there nothing less than a solitary Twinkie. They pursed their lips and quietly shut the cabinet again, resuming their seat as though nothing had happened.<br/><br/><em>Who keeps just one Twinkie? It seems I have a lot to learn about this place.</em>