She watches happily.


"I'm the only one who lives here."

Chelsea turns over the spatula to Rim, "Your turn."



"Did someone visit recently," Lycan looks around seeing hoofprints, "A shapeshift perhaps?"

She seems a bit surprised at that, but smiles and takes the spatula.


"Not that I remember." She frowns.

Chelsea steps back and keeps the cats back too. She has faith in Rim's abilities.



"Well one came by earlier," Lycan sniffs the tracks, "I'd say some time last night. Late last night."

She begins making the pancakes. She's not as good at it as Chelsea, but it's a good attempt and the pancake still turns out good.


Her frown deepens.

Chelsea examines the pancakes and offers some advice of her own.


"Want me to track your uninvited guest down," Lycan offers.

She tries again, doing it better the second time.


"No, it probably won't be a problem."

"Better," Chelsea sees the pancake, "When the rest of the batter has been used then we can taste them."



"If you're certain," Lycan responds, "Thank you for showing me where your home is."

She smiles. "Okay."


"Of course." She nods with a polite smile.

Chelsea goes to set the table for the two of them.




Lycan tries not to yawn as the sunlight hits him, "If you're okay with it, I'm going to take my leave."