<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg470857#msg470857">Quote from: Cherri Tart on 21-11-2007, 18:38:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">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.  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"If you're brewing coffee to wake the dead I think you are close to perfecting the formula," a sleepy voice could be heard from the other room. "The Caffeine Goblin would ban you from his place for life if he ever caught you making coffee, of that I'm sure." She heard the sofa creak, it seemed Io was up...sort of.