Anastasia looked at Eric and nodded before scanning the dining hall, "He's here somewhere.... Melor!"

The small dog came running out from under one of the tables and over to them. Anastasia laughed as he tried to jump up onto her chair, "Sit, Melor."

The dog sat and looked up at Eric. He knew well that this man always gave him delicious food and was ready for that night's meal. Anastasia looked up at him as well, "I'll have whatever you think is best. I haven't any cravings right now."

When the other two told him what they would like, Anastasia turned to them both. She smiled at Samsul, "He isn't getting rusty... he's just putting his efforts into other aspects of life as well."

She looked to her mother and grinned, "I was writing again today. It still isn't too pretty but Gerald says it is coming along."