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Eyeing the bowl for a moment, Tera plucked a blueberrie up with the hand not already toying with one. The barest ghost of a smile appeared as she lifted the berry to Trio's mouth. "Should eat."

Tera nodded, accepting the terms. It was a common game, actually, that Anwahs had tried to use regularly, but had hardly ever worked, since Tera knew the other woman really fed off chaotic energies, with normal food being a random perk. Since Trio had no such alternate means to nourish herself, Tera knew she had to play nice, and reached somewhat reluctantly for the bowl of soup on the first tray. With that, she began eating in fits and starts, pausing frequently to wait for her turmoil-ridden stomach to relax and accept what it was being given.

"He does?" Surprise, and a hearty chunk of garlic in that last bite, made her voice a bit of a croak, but Tera could be understood easily enough. At this moment in time she simply couldn't think of a thing about herself that Az would like. Other than it being Az, and him liking most.

At the mention of a shirt, Tera reflexively clutched at the blanket that was still wrapped around her shoulders. Really, she didn't think she was feeling half as bad as she had before the Stone, but that could be easily attributed to the fact that she'd also not had a nightmare since before the Stone. Best to do as much of what Trio asked while she was able, really, so Tera agreed, nodding her head.

Still, Tera waited for her friend to leave the room before she made an effort to get up off the bed and head over to her dresser.

Rith looked up from his position at the sink, then laid down the peeler and potato he had been peeling upon a veritable mountain of already-peeled potatoes. He was wiping his hands off on a dishtowel even as he replied, and heading over towards a silverish box mounted on the wall near the back door. "Certainly, Miss Trio. If you will be so kind as to lay the dishes beside the sink, I can take care of them later."

Without pause, Rith reached out and knocked lightly on the box, which opened to reveal a sort of medicine cabinet, stocked with a wide variety of bottles and jars. What he was looking for, however, was hidden away in the back, and he finally came up with a rather interesting looking cellphone: One of Moorgaine's old T-Tone models. Turning back, Rith held it out to Trio. "There you are. We hardly ever use it around here."

Returning the smile, Rith waved a hand, banishing all worries of extra work. "With the amount I serve to those who already live here, an extra mouth or two is no trouble at all." He certainly didn't have Az's habit of blushing, that was for certain. As he saw her start to focuse more on the phone, Rith nodded to himself, then moved back to the sink.

"You'll be wanting the whole milk, then." Rith nodded with a smile. "I can have it waiting here for you both once you are ready to step out. This door is the closest to where Anwahs has placed the instrument." His long-fingered hand indicated the back door, which was one of those two-piece styles, and currently had the upper portion open.

And then, as if it had just occurred to him, Rith asked, "Are there any special dietary needs I should be aware of?"

"Yes. And anyone else who might be joining us for a meal." Rith caught up an unpeeled potato, then began making short work of it. "I already plan for strict carnivores, omnivores, and herbivores, with additions for vegetarians of various makes." He shook the last four potatoes out of their burlap bag.

The yard, lush green and over half the length of the average playing field, spread away from backdoor and rolled upwards slightly, broken by a meandering creek which slipped in from a rocky outcropping on the left and ended in a rippling pond towards the right. A terrific waterfountain stood to the left of the yard about midway, three tiers that caused water to cascade down as if it were rain, falling gently into a basin that was near three feet across, but only a couple of inches deep if that. Bushes of various types lined the banks of the creek on both sides, with gaps here and there that exposed either open water or neat stepping stones.

On the other side of the creek was a standing of trees, several different varieties and in varying states of closeness, getting tighter and darker the further you got from the completely glass greenhouse that stood beside the pond. The far end of the standing ended in a grove, the circle of grass and mossy stones within unable to be seen by any that stood outside of it.

If one squinted just so, they could make out what appeared to be a blanket lying on the ground near the bushes in a near-straight line from the door, an object lying on the blanket, and some creature lurking under the bush, as if guarding the object from wayward visitors.