And eventually, breakfast time will come around again, with Rhoda waking up and lying awake under the table - contemplating the fact that she feels somewhat hungrier than she normally does when she wakes up, and whether that's because she's eating more regularly, or because she didn't eat last night.

Before she's had too long to think about it, Pradnakt meanders out to get started on breakfast; scrambled eggs and hash browns and pancakes.

Rhoda slides out from under the table once Pradnakt is past her. She dithers over whether to offer a greeting versus just staying out of the way. "Hello," she says quietly, and perches herself out of the way where she can still watch, debating offering to help.

"Hello."

She doesn't have the language to narrate, but she can keep an eye on how well Rhoda is following what she's doing and adjust it to be maximally demonstrative. None of the foods take long, even so, and shortly breakfast is served; Rhoda gets a small pancake and a little bit of syrup to dip it in in addition to her eggs and potatoes.

She watches as closely as she has when Daisy had been cooking, and seems to notice Pradnakt adjusting how she's doing things to make it easier to parse what exactly is being done - especially by the mumbled 'thank you'.

She takes the food with another 'thank you', and sits down to eat it. The syrup gets slotted into the 'too sweet' category, although she thinks she actually would've liked the taste, but the pancake is good. She does, in fact, manage to clear her plate this time.

Want some more?

A reflexive refusal is half way formed before she can make it stop and think. She is still hungry. A little bit? she requests, very hesitantly, and followed with: If that's alright?

Sure. But she hesitates for a moment before getting up to go back to the kitchen.

She goes still when Pradnakt hesitates, almost says it doesn't matter, but hasn't actually really formed that thought before Pradnakt has gone back to the kitchen. Then she's stuck wondering whether she should follow or not, offer some form of assistance.

It's fine, she sends briefly while waiting for the pancake to be ready to flip, and then I didn't mean to worry you.

She relaxes a tiny bit at that. S'fine, she says, turning enough to observe Pradnakt.

And shortly, food: another little pancake and a scrambled egg.

Is there anything you'd like to do today? I'm thinking about getting out the holo-viewer after breakfast, but I don't have much for it, it wouldn't be hard to come up with something better.

Rhoda however, looks interested at the idea of the holo-viewer, even as she eats the new food. I- don't have any other ideas? she says, managing to squash the reflexive 'whatever you want'. And... there's a slightly jumbled sensation that she's interested, and hasn't really been allowed near anything like entertainment technology (or anything like entertainment that wasn't something she was also fixing).

All right. Daisy will be bringing more things for it, anyway. She finishes up the last few bites of her breakfast and heads to the back room, leaving her plate behind.

Well, if the plate is empty, and seeing as Rhoda's done, she'll clear the dishes and wash them while waiting for Pradnakt to have things sorted.

And while she's doing that, Pradnakt comes back, carrying a short, round machine wide enough that she has to tilt it to get it through the doorway; she clears a spot for it on the table and leaves it to do its diagnostic check, displaying various words and numbers and small images in midair above it, while she goes back for the entertainment discs.

Rhoda finishes the dishes and moves closer to watch it curiously. (She tries to see if she can figure out the words, but she's pretty sure it's going to be completely unintelligible to her.)

It's in Basic, so pretty unintelligible, though she might reasonably guess that the word being repeated at the end of most of the lines is something like 'pass' or 'okay'.

Pradnakt returns with four discs. I have a play about court intrigue, with singing and dancing, and some poetry recitations, and some episodes of a children's show about talking cats from when I was little, and a presentation one of my co-apprentices gave about telekinesis. The play will be easiest to follow without knowing the language, but it has some violence in it. What would you like to see?

She looks at the discs in Pradnakt's hands, as though they'll help make the decision. Well...

The play? Because if that was the easiest to follow... (Although there's obvious interest in the poetry recitations, and curiosity about the children's show and lecture.)

We should have time for all of them, if you want. She puts in the play and dims the lights.

The play is entirely sung, in an operatic style, choreographed with elements of both ballet and step dancing, and has elaborate costumes; the sets look fairly pedestrian, but make innovative use of trapdoors and secret passages, so that the viewer never quite knows where the actors will appear. The plot is complicated, but not too hard to follow by tone, at least with Pradnakt's occasional explanations - this character tricked this other character into thinking a third character is sleeping with a fourth one, this character just revealed that he's related to that one, that character is lying through his teeth to this other one, and so on.

Eventually, one of the villainous characters manages to sneak up behind the female lead's favorite uncle and stab him, as he'd threatened to do.

The singing is pretty, if sometimes a little piercing, but Rhoda manages to follow the story line, although she's obviously perplexed as to why all the complicated plots are necessary. (She seems to completely ignore the implications of people sleeping together, but there's a sliver of discomfort at the thought of it.)

She jerks back when the uncle gets stabbed. She'd almost not been expecting it given the way everyone else seemed to be tricking each other and lying. She doesn't seem to know what to do with it though.

Yeah, she thought that might happen. She pauses it and gives Rhoda a minute to relax.

She looks sideways at Pradnakt, frowning in confusion. She hadn't been expecting it to be paused. Were you...wanting to stop? she asks. (Even if she's a little relieved to have a moment to breathe.)

No, I'm fine. We can start it again when you're ready.

There's another stabbing like that a bit later, I can warn you when it's about to happen if you'd like.

I'm ready. That would be...good? If she's warned, she'll be less shocked by it she hopes.