Rithrynn peered back down at the High Elf with a smirk, intensively studying the features of his face while at the same time running a pair of fingers through his snow white hair. The Night Elf seemed almost lost in her own little game when the offer of breakfast came, but after a few seconds; she finally blinked as her silvery eyes realigned themselves with Sherpa's.

"I'd love to!" She said with an eager voice as she smiled back down at the High Elf.

Certainly a breakfast couldn't hurt. After all, what was the worst that could happen?
She also didn't know the situation back at Sharon's mansion either. If her sisters had managed to empty the whole house's food storage, it wouldn't really surprise her. A meal was at least guaranteed here, after all. Not to mention she had not known Sherpa to be much of a cook. If Liaena viewed him as a cook, it was probably as a chef boiling the souls of the damned and grating infants.

But who cared? Liaena was notorious for completely blowing things out of proportions anyway!

Sitting back up in the sofa, and finally freeing Sherpa of her ensnaring embrace; Rithrynn began to look around for her clothes, armor and weapons that were scattered all over the living room. She had little memory of how her dagger had ended up embedded into the face of a man in one of the paintings decorating the walls of the room, something that would forever remain a mystery.
But on the other hand, she found it to be a miracle that neither she nor Sherpa had gotten themselves injured last night, as she found no less than four arrows, alongside her own sword, lying in the sofa beneath the blankets and pillows. 

[i]"Thank Elune Serphia didn't see this... actually, thank Elune twice for that!"[/i]

"What are we having?" Rithrynn asked as she was trying to sort through the straps of her breastplate that had gotten tangled amidst the chaos that now was the living room, throwing a smile back at Sherpa in the sofa.