Defelent's House

If Naethalee has wrapped herself in a towel or put clothes on since leaving the shower, Tracy gives a slightly-nervous but much more confident without Defelent's presence smile. If Naethalee neglected to cover herself, Tracy blushes and averts her eyes. Either way, the verbal response is the same. "Good morning, Milady. I'm cooking breakfast for Master. Um, Defelent, rather. I'm cooking extra, if you want any?" Indeed, there's a fair bit of bacon, eggs, and other such deliciousness cooking on the, erm, cooker. Easily enough for three, and nearly enough for four.

Of course, Naethalee had a huge meal last night consisting of piles of various vegetables and half a roast sheep.