“Oh, well. Seeing as i don’t have an income or any assets, the fines should be pretty low. I’m just a lowly warrior-servant, after all. I’m sure Kalax can pay my way.” 595 winked at Vreta just as Kalax playfully flung a rice-flecked spoon at her from across the kitchen. She plucked it out of the air without looking, put it back down on the island and pulled a stylish baggy shirt and skirt combination out of the box. “I suppose this will have to do.” 595 sighed, quickly changing into the outfit.

“Only the best ingredients, Vreta’Sori. I have an account with the Rothia Trading Company import office; they deliver the finest ingredients to me by drone each day.” The Ambassador deftly took the steaming pan of Kedgeree off the hob and onto a heat mat on the kitchen island as Freyr and Masgard entered. “Perfect timing! Come sit.” Kalax said to the new arrivals. 595 briefly acknowledged them before looking at Vreta. “Alright, message received! I’ll go and have a bath the moment i finish eating.” She turned to study Freyr’s dishevelled appearance. “By the looks of it, you could use a nice relaxing swim too. Interested?” Freyr nodded. “After brunch. I am famished.” All of the humans nodded; the Sthrirad had evidently worked up a bit of an appetite for them.