Your fresh spawn listens closely and morphs into human form while a thick stew boils in the pot. The only real difference is a lack of horns and tail, as well as much more normal eyes. With a bit of a pout, she realizes that some regular clothing will have to be put on and squeezes into the loosest garments available. Even as slack as Astrid can get the clothing, bits of her more plush body spill out in places while everything covered is outlined by the attire's tightness. She couldn't look sluttier if she'd just gone ahead and stayed in the apron.<br/><br/>An hour or so later, Bradley walks in the door, taking off his boots near the entrance before addressing the stranger his sister has become.<strong>"Who the Hell...?"</strong>Like a true succubus, your pupil is quick on her feet with a lie and an innocent look, totally disarming the young half-elf.<strong>"Oh, sorry, I'm a friend of Astrid's! Didn't she tell you I was coming? I promise I'll only be here for a week at most, I even made dinner."</strong>The pot does smell pretty good at this point and Bradley is just off from a day of work, so he's more than willing to let it go for now.