Nine

“Nice to meet you, Clarissa. Let’s find your paperwork and go from there.”

It wasn’t long before everything was straightened out, and he led me to a small rental I’d be calling my home for the next five days, or if my snow leopard didn’t change his mind, quite a bit longer than that.

“Everything is ready for you, including those mini bars of soaps that human hotels have and some minimal canned foods. But you’ll probably want to head to town for some basics tomorrow or the next day.”

He led me to the kitchen to show what he meant by canned foods, and upon seeing them, I determined it would more likely be right after check-in that I’d be heading out for staples. I wasn’t a picky eater as a rule, but the idea of my only meat coming from a can didn’t sit too well with me. It was nice to have the option though. I could stay in the room for a couple of days, no problem. I just didn’t want to.

Julian explained shifting rules, which were mostly don’t be a dick, and stay in the designated area