<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Clarisse_by_bilopsis-d5xgb49.png)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Aelys Wimpenny (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=159096)</span></span></strong></div><br/>She had taken her sweet time rising, waking a few hours after most of the others, and lazing about in bed for another half an hour before finally rousing herself to slip into a knee-length, unbleached tunic for the sake of the others before wandering out of her room.  She stretched as she padded through the house to the kitchen, her thick, silky hair loose and mussed around her face, the impressions of pillow wrinkles still creasing one soft cheek.  Timo's comment as she stepped into the kitchen and rubbed her eyes with her fists drew a soft mumble of assent, even as she was drawn to the stove.<br/><br/>"Mmm...Sounds like a good idea.  I'm curious to look over the cemetery again, anyhow.  Assuming that's where the crypt is located.  There might be something interesting to be gleaned from the stones."  She glanced at Aesa with a cocked brow, to check if that was amenable, then turned a cup upside down, using it to excise neat, round circles of bread from two thick slices she'd cut from a nearby loaf.  She added a bit of butter to a heavy black skillet, then laid the slices in the butter, before adding an egg to each hole, then extending the skillet over the fire.  The circles of bread were speared on a toasting fork and extended over the flames, as well.  "Would anyone else care for some toad in the hole?"