She groggily got out of bed and her memories from the day before came rushing back and her initial confusion as to why she was in a room dissipated. “Morning” she chirped walking down the stairs and starting some breakfast, part of her being a good house guest was to do something to help her hosts.
Alina, strolling in right afterwards, echoed the greeting. Chris was already down and had made himself toast. "I'll be off in a moment, Alina," he reminded her, "So I'll see you about 8... if you could have something ready to eat, please."
“For food? Nothing normally” she smiled and waved goodbye to Chris “but I made you something” she presented a picture perfect omelette “I hope it’s okay”
Alina smiled, "That's really sweet of you! Thanks! Nothing like an omelette made with fresh eggs, wouldn't you agree?"
“Yep” she had made herself one as well, “I hope you don’t mind I made myself one too”
"No worries. We actually tend to have difficulties using up eggs. I remember Mum had a cake recipe which used six, and she'd sometimes make several of them just to use eggs!)
She laughed “so you guys have chickens? I never had chickens or any pets growing up” she smiled wistfully
She smiled and sat down eating her omelette. “Hey did anyone else stay?”
"Nope, don't think so. It's probably a good thing, we don't have many bedrooms now I knocked them all down." Alina smiled, "Dad's very patient... He gave Michaela her wilderness and me my workroom. The deal was that the mess spread nowhere else!"
