The cameras were what reminded her every day that this was not home. She wanted to know who was behind them and what it was they thought they were playing at. She wanted to get an answer instead of yelling into them fruitlessly for an hour.

She grabbed a clean set of clothes from her room before heading into the bathroom to shower and change, coming out fifteen minutes later much fresher and with a bounce to her step as she went into the kitchen to look for him. "So, what's for breakfast, barkeep?"