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Agatha knew that Aloysius was gone for the day, having seen his car leave much earlier in the morning. It meant that she could look around a bit more in the manor without bumping into the man. The smell of food was the deciding factor, though, the smell making her stomach growl even as she found herself deep in a book.

Setting it down flat so she wouldn’t lose her place, she got up and took a quick look in the mirror. Even here, where it was considered one of her homes, she felt best with that glamor changing her appearance. It was fascinating and left her taking extra time to tie her hair up each morning into a neat and tight bun atop her head.

With the same level of care given in her outfit, she finally stepped out of her room and walked down the hall towards the main area and kitchen. It was quiet aside from some sort of melody the blond was humming, one she didn’t exactly know but had heard at least once or twice. At first, she didn’t bother disturbing him, simply sitting at the kitchen table and watching for a moment as he worked on cooking something. There was another man, similar to the blond but older, but he wasn’t here today. The older man was ignorant of everything magical, something she found surprising in a way. It also had her partially curious how they managed to explain away certain things, but that felt like something she didn’t want to get terribly involved in either.

Thinking on it for a moment, she shifted and rested her chin on her palm as she watched Liam for another few seconds before finally speaking. “Will there be enough to share?” she asked. While it might have been sharper if she’d asked someone else, it was said with more curiosity than anything else when speaking to the blond.

“Thank you, I could smell it from my room, and I thought I might see if I could join you for lunch.” Watching as they busied themself with getting things set up and ready for lunch, Agatha had to think a bit on their questions. Every day they asked the first one about how she was, and every day she found it hard to answer.

“Alright enough,” she answered after mulling it over. Looking over at the cabinet, she nodded. “What’s hot chocolate? Is it like those bars I saw on the counter a few days back?” Some sort of sweet snack, she’d seen the other man, the liar, snacking on them before while making things in the oven.

Watching Liam work was fascinating, though. It smelled good, though she couldn’t place it as something she’d had before. Every time they made something, it was a new experience for her, and she found it pleasant enough to not mind that they asked questions. At least the questions Liam asked were more about her well-being than what she might know. By now, she was starting to get a semblance of understanding of time again, something that had eluded her for months, according to the other.

“Pasta, it seems that you tend to make that a lot. Is it because it’s easy, or is it something from where you’re from?” She’d gathered enough that there were plenty of different styles of food here on Earth, even if she wasn’t sure if she’d tried much of anything before. From what scattered moments she could place, it seemed like food hadn’t been as varied back then as it was now.

“Oh, I see. I think I’ll try that then.” It seemed normal enough, and if they were making tea as a backup, then she could fall back on that if it didn’t suit her tastes. As long as Liam was eating it as well, she didn’t really worry about it being something dangerous.

Listening to the small lecture she was receiving, she found the information lining up with some that she had read in a few of the books stored in the library here. There was a large difference between individuals on this planet, something that seemed foreign to her, even with all that she was missing from the past.

“I see, so it’s from the place your father was from. At least you stand to keep that sort of familial history alive; that’s admirable. And from what I can tell, it always smells tasty, that’s the word I believe?” To carry tradition or history forward was endearing, considering humans apparently didn’t have as much of an intimate understanding of their lifetimes as she had guessed at having in the past. The thought still made something bubble up inside, like an ember not quite burning but not quite put out.

Sighing slightly as she let that thought pass by, she focused on the one word that stood out, orphanage. It had popped up a few times in the historical record, but it wasn’t a concept she understood just yet. It wasn’t a common occurrence, apparently, in the more industrial and advanced society that things were apparently in here now.

“I think I like that idea, of trying all sorts of food. Since you’ve been doing it awhile then perhaps you can help in this endevour of mine. I can’t really remember what things were like back there; food wasn’t something that came up in my memories often.” Either because of the gaps or because there hadn’t been any when she was in that library, the one so very different from the one here.

“Okay, I’ll remember that for the future.” Something about what he was saying felt sad, though the fact that things were better now must be balancing it all out. Something about Liam had always been so bright; it was a bit much sometimes, like it was going now as he listed things on and talked excitedly over the options and opportunities he wanted to help with.

“Over time, yes, since I have that kitchen set up in the other home.” It meant she’d have to learn the skills required to use all the things that had been repaired and added to that place. There was never a rush though it seemed from either Desiree or Liam. Aloysius was one she could tell was avoiding her, not that she particularly cared or liked him much either way.

“I don’t think I’m quite ready to go out to a store, that’s where people congregate, and I quite like not having to interact with many just yet. It’s quiet here, and I prefer that; the magazines might be nice, though, as I do enjoy reading.”

Looking over the cup of hot chocolate, she took a cautious sip at first. It wasn’t a taste she couldn’t place, but it wasn’t bad, just new. “Interesting… It’s very creamy, not as sharp as tea.” Which was something she’d liked and had found was in abundance here because of Aloysius. The variety had been a factor in her trying that, though. This could be nice just to have at any time.

“It does look better than it was, from what I can remember.” Though she didn’t really have anything to compare it to otherwise, at least not yet really. The manor was a larger building anyway so the fact the kitchen here was large just seemed reasonable.

The options sounded interesting, something to try at some point in the future, considering it seemed like Liam was more than willing to support this venture. Sipping more of her drink, she nodded at his compromise. At least things could be sent directly here, something that bothered her at first until she realized the delivery drivers didn’t come in or really care about who lived inside the manor as long as they got paid apparently.

“Thank you, I look forward to it, so let’s eat lunch now because it smells delicious.”