finds a book to read and curls up in the chair she sits in when she sews.

peeks through her window, wondering what she is reading.

completely absorbed in reading _Hell's Angel's_ by Hunter S Thompson. "Alfred has some good writers."

if the book is demonic in any way, and taps on the glass to ask.

hears the tapping on the glass and looks up at the window. Seeing Brett, she gets up and walks to the window and opens it. "Yes?"

closes the window and returns to her book in the chair when she gets no response from who ever was tapping at her window.

about how much fun it would be to ride a motorcycle like they do in the book.

struggles to open the window again after she closes it, and when he finally does he pants 'Is that book evil?'

snaps her head around when she hears the voice. "Are you the one tapping at my window? What's wrong with my door?"

shrugs. 'I thought I'd be adventurous. Doors are boring. This way you'll remember my visit.' he grins.

looks at him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh," she answered. "No, the book isn't evil, it's about a motorcycle gang in America."

hears 'gang' and 'America' and is pretty sure the book would scare him... 'Blood and gore?'

nods at Brett. "Yes, the people in this book are extremely violent. I wonder what it's like to be part of a group that lives like this?"

shakes his head. 'I don't want to wonder that at all! People dying left, right and centre...' he shivers. 'And I thought Lord of the Flies_

bad...'

"Are you going to stand in my window all night, or would you like to come inside?" She tilted her head at him. "I could make some tea_

if you like."

hums. 'That sounds pretty good!' He leaps head first through the open window and rolls onto his feet. 'I feel like a spy when I do that...'

watches him and blinks. "Wow, that was ... actually pretty cool." closes the book and gets up to make tea. "Would you like to join me_

in the kitchen?"

smiles at the 'cool' part, happy at such a compliament, before nodding. 'If that's ok with you-I love being in other nations homes. They're_

so different from mine.'

"Follow me then," she said as she set the book down and walked into the kitchen.

follows her, whistling a happy tune as he goes. 'Wow, so awesome...' he says, hands gliding over objects and the walls.

looks at him. "It's just a kitchen, nothing very unusual." Puts the kettle on, takes out a tin of tea.

finds even the tiniest of differences amazing. He joins her 'Can I help you with anything? You need milk? Sugar?'

"If you take those with your tea, you can get them, they're in that cupboard over there." Points to a door near the sink.

does, so he jumps to the cupboard and fishes out sugar and milk. 'I usually had to pile this stuff in my tea to make it taste half-decent_

I lived with Arthur, y'see, and he struggles to make a good cup.'

"Really? Arthur ... makes bad tea?" The mind boggles, England can't make a good cup of tea? Shakes her head and adds tea to the tea pot.

'I prefer to make my own if I visit him.' he hops onto the kitchen counter to watch her. 'I like sweet tasting tea anyway.'

pours hot water into the tea pot and allows the tea to steep. "A little milk maybe, otherwise I like my tea the way it is."