<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg470845#msg470845">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 21-11-2007, 18:19:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The kitchen wasn't as messy as Lily had expected, but it seemed to be from a lack of activity rather than a conscious effort from Io's part. He never seemed to eat in here, the only things even resembling food was a jar of instant coffee and a whole bunch of imported beer bottles in the fridge. Lily would have to go hungry it seemed, unless she woke her saviour. Her torn clothes were not suitable even on a hot summer day, but even if they were she didn't have any money. She seemed to have to rely on the kidness of the strange satyr for a while longer. Io turned in his sleep and mumbled something. His blanket had fallen to the side, revealing a goat leg with curly brown fur, ending in a hoof. Even though she had been through much, Lily couldn't help but be amazed by the sight of it. It really was a strange new world opening up for her.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She stared in wonder at the strange goat leg that was attached to the strange creature sleeping in the living room.  She wondered if she should be frightened of the strangeness that she suddenly found herself thrust into... she thought back to the night before and shivered, remembering her assailants... and yet... there was wonder and magic and kindness as well, just like the 'real' word.  She wondered is she should waken Io, and ask him about breakfast.  It would be nice to suprise him with pastries or pop tarts, her way of saying thank you... perhaps she could make him coffee?<br/><br/>Her stomach growled, reminding her of how hungry she was. Hopefully the smell of hot coffee would get his attention and then he could find something for her to wear and they could... She looked at the door, wondering if it would be safe.  Perhaps he wouldn't mind so much going out while she stayed safely hidden.<br/><br/>With a sigh that was half acceptence and half sadness, she begin to search the kitchen for a coffee pot.  She'd never actaully made coffee before but it couldn't bet that difficult to do... before long, she had something that smelled far too strong to be drinkable bubbling in a mostly clean pot on the stove, filling the room with it's pungent odor.