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"Consider it here. I will leave. You have the method to escape this place. And as I told you initially. You will find no better place to let your thoughts gather than in this solitude. Whenever you reach a choice, if you reach a choice, you'll know how to find us. You can talk to it. It knows where we are." he said as the energy gathered around him. The reality of the void space changed to mimic her housing so that she'd be more comfortable. Though...it didn't quite mimic everything right. For example the bed she was sitting on was now in the middling of her living room amongst the other furniture. He didn't have time to move her, she'd live. He gave a slight wave now that he was visible. "Until then. Goodnight." he said vanishing in the same method she'd used to bring them here, the same method she'd have to use to get out.

The voidspace of white was suddenly breached by Yawgmoth and Ziven hand in hand. As they appeared the reality around them shifted, changing to that of a nice larger room with a dinner table, set for two. Gentle music in the background played by orchestral instruments to add some scenery. Flowers and a very strange column greek style architecture to it. Pictures of landscapes and things hunt round with the walls decored with candles and fancy lights with chandeliers dangling above. Yawgmoth released her hand and walked over to the table and pulled out her chair for her like a proper gentlemen would do though he felt utterly ridiculous doing so. "Please, take a seat." he requested.

"Anytime" he commented. Moving around the table he'd been about to sit down when he realized they weren't actually at a place where one would order food. Hmmm "So we said we'd take you out for dinner and we did go...out. But we have an idea since there's no real living people here besides two of us. How about we make you something? Tell us what you'd like to have." he requested sliding his own chair back under the table and rolling his sleeves up a little. Thinking to himself already how he was going to starve. Would she be just another idiot and love his cooking too or would she be smart enough to know how bad it was like he did? He'd soon find out.

Blinking for a moment he thought. "You mean ham? " he asked wondering if that was what she was talking about. Eh, he could probably pull that off. Her bashful expressions made him grin, if she were already his every time she gave him one of those looks he'd ravage her. Backing his thoughts away from that sort of thing before this turned bad he crossed his arms slightly over his chest and waited for her to respond.

"Not ham hmmm? We are not sure what comes from a pig but is not ham or bacon then. Strange. Well, like we said before, it's up to you this time. So if you have a taste for something or perhaps can remember the name? We would love to make it for you." he responded with a gentle smile. He didn't mind that they were unable to come up with an idea or at least, remember the name of the first idea. In his head he kept going over the things he knew how to make and trying to see if he could think of something that used a pig but wasn't ham or bacon.

Yawgmoth snapped his fingers and started walking away from the table towards an open kitchen area so that he could still see and talk to her. "We have an idea. How about we start with something basic, light. Do you like salad? If so what do you like in it?" he inquired leaning against the countertop waiting for a reply. That was how most of this earthen restaurants did it right? Salad first, meal second. If nothing else it might give her an idea for the real meal.

"Perfect, that's a start. We'll get right on it. Sit tight. Anything to drink in particular?" he asked as he pretended to look around the freezer for ingredients that weren't there of course. This realm was void space. Luckily, he was god here. Willing the things she'd just listed off as well as dressing in a few flavors to manifest themselves they did. He blinked looking around. No salad bowls....duh. He had to make everything. This could be tiresome. Doing the same by will alone manifestation that he'd used for the materials the bowls, the salad forks and all the necessary silverware and plates and bowls and such made themselves gather round the kitchen. With that he started to work on crafting two salads. Thinking it over in his head, he could tolerate eating this. He didn't really 'cook' this. So it wouldn't taste as horrible as his other stuff he thought.

"Hmmm yes wine would be most appropriate. Red or white?" he asked continuing to throw things into bowls and arrange each salad to what he thought was perfect. Often stopping and then messing with it again. Eventually he gave up trying to make them "perfect" like a piece of art. This was food after all, he shouldn't concern himself with that he thought. Once she mentioned which drink she wanted he'd bring it all out to her. His tail grabbed a large tray to carry everything on and slid it around to his hands which washed it off quickly in water just for sanitation's sake and slid the salad bowls and silverware on it waiting only to pour the drinks.