Alyss had made a routine some time after her arrival at the boarding house, once she discovered a few things and learned how to use a toaster. Marvelous device the toaster, really. She also enjoyed how quiet everything was in those wee hours of the morning before the sun rose enough to wake everything.

She had pulled herself a stool up to the kitchen counter some hour ago, or so, and gotten a loaf of breed there with her. A plate had been taken down, along with a few jars of jam she'd kept tucked away in her room for this little ritual of her's; a sort of toast feast, as it were.

So there Alyss sat, munching a piece already while watching the toaster, still in her nightgown and a pair of slippers rested on the floor.