Moros looks down, winding her fingers together, tugging slightly at them. She would like to see more art, but that seems like it would be an imposition, Pradnakt must have more important things to do than keeping her entertained.

It's really fine. I'll be busy once Daisy gets back with the next batch of things to fix - though even then I keep taking most nights off - but for now I'm free.

...Could we go and see more of your art?

Mmhmm.

Smile. Unintentional happy noise! Rhoda quickly ducks her head and goes back to eating the cookies and eating her milk, her already red skin darkening.

Cute kid.

She takes a cookie, when she's done with her sandwich. One of the sugar-coated ones.

Rhoda watches her, not entirely sure why seeing Pradnakt's response to the cookies is so important when Pradnakt was stood over- no, not over, with, stood with her, telling her how to make them.

Yes, that.

Mmm. They came out good. Especially for your first try.

More pleased, shy blushing, and a smile. Thank you for teaching me.

You're welcome.

One of the books Daisy is bringing is a cookbook, if you want to learn to make more stuff. It'll have pictures of the food and one of us can read it to you.

Rhoda is definitely bouncing internally there. I would like that, she says eagerly. (Vaguely remembers that she wasn't supposed to express preferences, reminded herself more firmly that Pradnakt and Daisy wanted her to make choices.)

Good. There are other books like that, that teach how to do things; I can have her bring a couple more if you want.

I- Not...not right now. They're already bringing her a lot, 'library' to borrow books from or not.

That's fine. She goes every month, it won't be that long.

Rhoda nods, and finishes her milk. Absently, she starts humming a passage from the music-thing they watched earlier.

Pradnakt picks up the harmony, and starts clearing the dishes.

She stops, startled, for a second, before picking up the melody again, smiling slightly.

Pradnakt grins at her. You're goona be okay, yeah?

She goes to respond, and then realises it isn't so much a question as a statement, and just returns the grin.

Good.

Daisy'll probably call right around when we wake up, you can just come in if you hear the radio beeping.

Rhoda isn't sure she'll be able to make herself do that, but she nods. Thank you.

Or I'll come get you, whichever. Yawn.

Which makes Rhoda yawn, and realise she is in fact tired. ...Goodnight? she sends, tilting her head.

Mmhmm. Have a good one.

You too.

And Rhoda will crawl under the table to curl up and sleep.