Not once had Rosalie noticed the noises emanating from the kitchen and at times outside the house as her mind was not yet there in its entirety. Even as she had trudged upstairs to dress herself, the spray of water coming from the kitchen sink had fallen completely on deaf ears. It was as if she were in a daze as she progressed through her morning routine, the world not quite a blur to her, but for the moment, it certainly seemed like it. 

Rosalie was thinking - thinking of Setton, the man who had taken her in to raise her like she was a child of his own. She remembers mornings like this very clearly as a child growing up - back when she would sneak into his room and jump onto his bed to wake him. What she remembers especially well, though, is the fact that the choices she made when he told her to guess which hand held a treat determined the kind of breakfast she’d be having the next day. She could have sworn that no matter which hand she chose, she ended up with eggs and toast when she wanted something like waffles and pancakes, though. Still, she was content with that life. She was content having someone she could rely on. It was not as if Rosalie was taking the brothers or their family for granted at all. It was more the fact that she wished Setton was here to help guide her. 

She had subconsciously brought her hands to her face, realising, just a few seconds later, that she had started to tear up at the memory. She wasn’t a child anymore and tears at this age would do nothing to solve her problems. It would do nothing to help her, just like - Rosalie shook her head quickly, chiding herself as she immediately pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and decided to get herself dressed and ready for the day. She decided to slip on a pair of grey jeans, a black singlet and a light pink zip-up sweater which she zipped half way and rolled up the sleeves to her elbows. 
Composing herself, she headed downstairs into the kitchen where she met Sigmund who had obviously just woken up, and Eric who seemed absolutely shocked that Gore had made them all breakfast. It was almost priceless as he kept looking around like he was expecting something to jump out at him. All of them chimed their good mornings at various paces and Rosalie couldn’t help but smirk knowing that ‘Siggy’ had caught on with Gore. 
								
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“Siggy?” He grumbled, somewhat incredulous as he looked up at Gore, frowning. “Are you really going to keep calling me that? Is this because I wanted to get your account of the battle or is it because Rosie, here, calls me that?” The young man’s brows furrowed a bit, ‘Rosie’s’ interjected, ‘hey!’ ignored. Of course Sigmund wasn’t very happy with it, but the prospect of food made him very forgiving. Even if the points Gore had brought up the night before were ones that Sigmund didn’t really agree with, there was some truth to his words - some of which the young man knew already. There was no hiding it, but it was shameful to hear that coming from a dragon, to have the Blood Dragon point that out so blatantly. Could this be a glimpse into what Rosie has to deal with? He was sure that she’d just bite back. “Well.. whatever you do, try not to follow Rosie too closely.”

Eric had been looking around wildly because he was worried about Gore making enough noise to alert his parents. They hadn’t told anyone of the extra count to their household and wondered that if they told them about Gore a day late, would they be mad? Parents really were strict when it came to some things. Dragons had never been a common topic in the household unless it was Eric and Sigmund sharing their findings and theories. For now, it was most likely that they would have to tell of Gore’s presence tonight and until that time arrived, the younger brother told himself that he should try to be reasonably calm. Or at least as calm as he was able to, he thought to himself, shuffling past Gore while nodding his head to the dragon in quiet thanks.

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“You know.. you could turn out to be our appointed chef if you keep this up,” started Rosalie with a smirk. “Though I wonder if we can teach you have to use a stove and other appliances. Whether you like it or not.. you’re going to have to. Using a fire is all and well, but sometimes.. appliances make things a bit easier or faster.” By no means was the young woman saying the old ways were inferior. Some people, of course, [i]liked[/I] doing things the old way. It was sometimes more reliable than the new, and she could understand that. However, she wanted Gore to be able to interact well with this new age. Why would she want that despite disliking the dragon? Could it have been that she did not want to be embarrassed by his antics? Watching his reactions, though, provided good entertainment, though.

“One other thing..” Rosalie said after a moment of thought. It had been prompted by him saying that he could still hear her and Eric. “Just how far can you hear, anyway?” The girl folded her arms, watching him with interest as she waited patiently for an answer, discreetly paranoid that he might have heard her snoring at some point during the night. Was it better to be spared the embarrassment?
A knock coming from the door caught her attention then and seeing as she was the closest to the door, she would have to open it. She wondered who it could have been, though. Were they looking for a blacksmith’s services? It was usually that. Before opening it, Rosalie looked to Gore in what could have been confirmation. She wasn’t sure if it was alright for him to be seen, but whether he would move off or stay somewhere near was entirely his decision. 

Opening the door when she was ready, Rosalie peered out from behind it before taking a small step into view. “Hello, umm...” she trailed off, not knowing how to address the person without seeming rude.