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>[The slow boil of soup and the sounds of training from outside her kitchen are comforting to LILLITH. DOG snores softly to her side, as she once again aims to perfect her culinary skills. Who knew that The Queen would hold true to her word so many months ago, all for a single promise on behalf of the Dojo chef.]
LILLITH had attended the night Villa party at what she thought was the behest of DOG, though perhaps her own aura had scared off most interaction. She does not regret it, but wonders if it something she should bother doing in future. LILLITH understands dog better than most, if not all others, and where those people might hear a simple Woof., LILLITH hears the truth. DOG has no understanding of this coming event, of she does she is keeping tis lose to her woollen chest. The battle for control will be fierce, and while selfishly LILLITH wishes she could prove to DOG that LILLITH is more than just a Dojo cook, the truth between the two cannot be matched.
There was a time that LILLITH thought she may be next for the auditors to look into. Rumours swirled that she was to be investigated for theft of an animal -- DOG, presumably -- though no charges were laid and no investigation forthcoming. There was talk that LILITH would be inspected in regard to ownership of a weapon, but LILLITH knows of no such object; she has always preferred her own hands, whether it be in the wrestling ring, at the lumber yards, or in the kitchen. Clean hands, for the latter, mind you. There is no desire make others sick, even if LILLITH cannot quite understand their physiology sometimes. The Rice Girl does not get sick, nor has LILLITH seen Purple Girl with so much as a sniffle.
DOG has stirred and begun her waking stretches. LILLITH has not been so happy as since DOG came home with her. Her conversation is worth missing any party. She's a good DOG.
