"Alright, mi casa, su casa!" Corrine announced as she finally stepped into the warmer air of her house, flipping on a light. Her statement and the fact that the light came on so brightly and suddenly stunned and alarmed them all unnecessarily. Entreri gave the switch a dangerous look before maneuvering around the ranger who stood in the way, staring at her blankly.

"Pardon?"

"Um, my house is your house in Spanish…I think, I never took it so I'm probably wrong."

"Spanish?"

"Never mind," Corrine laughed wearily as she kicked off her tennis shoes. "Would you be so kind as to take off your boots? I hate cleaning up mud."

"No," Entreri replied shortly as he walked past, studying the living room intently. Corrine gave him an angry, argumentative look before letting it go. The other two guests were at least being compliant. With a glare at the tracks on her previous clean carpet, she took off her jacket and threw it on her lumpy couch.

"Okay, so this is the living room. I have a fold out bed in here and a comfy couch so two of you can sleep in here. There's a spare bedroom for my friends when they come over," she said in a lighter tone, indicating her large, lumpy cream couch then the shorter but wider leather one across the way. Drizzt warily took a seat on the latter, running one ebony palm over the slick, cool material.

"What is this?" Jaraxle called in question from where he knelt by the large screened television. Corrine pondered whether she should explain it or not before deciding.

"I'll show you another time. Its sort of like a scrying bowl, I guess. Just don't touch it," she warned a bit sharply when he reached for the plug. Taking a bracing breath, she clapped her hands together and gave them a smile. "Anyone hungry?"

"We would be grateful for a meal. It has been almost a day since the last one," Drizzt replied softly as he stood to remove his cloak. "Your home is warm yet I see no fireplace."

"Its heated by one but it's…different. Anyway, lets go see what's in the fridge."

Trying hard to keep her panic levels from rising at the realization that she was housing three fantasy characters, Corrine led the way into her kitchen. The slate floors were smudged by mud tracks from Entreri, further frustrating her. Like a freaking vulture, the assassin stood by the sliding glass door, looking into the backyard.

Casting him another dirty look (which he didn't acknowledge), she went straight to her refrigerator, bumping into the island in the center. The drow followed her in, eyeing the shining, metal utensils and appliances with wary curiosity. She could just see Jaraxle itching to dissect the toaster.

"Okay, I have some left over pizza and…um, fish sticks. I'll heat those up for you guys. There's some soda left, some milk and orange juice. Who wants orange juice?" she asked as she pulled out the items, piling them up on the counter. Drizzt grabbed the large box of Dominos pizza and opened the lid a crack. Taking a sniff, he made a startled face and gave her a puzzled look.

"Pee-tsa?"

"Pi-zza, Drizzt, Pi-zza. Its good, well, for being Dominos its good," Corrine reassured him with a laugh. Pulling down three plates from a cupboard, she put two slices on each along with a handful of fish sticks. Popping one into the microwave, she hit reheat.

"What is that?" Jaraxle asked yet again with a childish grin of wonder, coming over to touch the appliance. Impatiently, she slapped away his slender hand.

"Jar, stop touching things. You are like a retarded fly on acid!" that drew a dark chuckle from Entreri. It made her wonder if they had acid in the Realms. Finally the first plate was done and she forked it over to the mercenary.

"Go sit at the table and I'll get you something to drink."

"You are much too gracious, Lady Corrine," Jaraxle exalted in a dryly humorous way, bowing before turning to sit. She snorted at that derisively as she put in Drizzt's plate.

"You just wait, drow boy. Entreri, what do you want to drink?"

"Nothing. I am going to miss the meal and scout out the area," he replied bluntly as he opened the sliding door, letting in the chill of October nights. Before he could get out, Corrine rushed over hysterically and slammed it shut. Entreri gave her an annoyed deadly look that said if she kept pushing his nerves she was going to get stabbed.

"You can't!"

"I cannot?"

"No!"

"Surely, you do not think you can stop me?"

"This isn't Faerun, jackass. You might've been able to slink around unnoticed at home but here, it's not happening. We have alarm systems that pick up all movement, in the dark or not. Our technology will pick you up like nothing and you'll get arrested."

For a moment, the two shared combative, challenging glares. Corrine wilted at first under his withering stare, unnerved by his steely dark eyes. Firming her chin, she narrowed her brown gaze, praying secretly that she didn't die by dagger. After a moment, Entreri let a small smirk tweak the end of his lips in amusement.

"It would be wise to heed her warnings, Entreri. We are in a foreign world, as she has so accurately shown us," Drizzt cautioned, unaware that they had already come to terms. The assassin rolled his eyes at him before going to sit by Jaraxle.

"Whatever suits your fine sensibilities, drow," he quipped sourly, folding his arms and leaning back in the seat. Drizzt gave him a piercing look before turning his lip at him.

"And there's your plate. Go sit down, Drizzt," Corrine announced hurriedly as the tension grew and the microwave buzzed. The icy stare they shared continued as he sat across from the assassin.

Once they all had their plates, the woman frantically realized that the drinks she had were probably foreign to them, minus the milk. As for the orange juice, she wasn't sure considering oranges were never mentioned in the series. Soda was definitely new to them. Shrugging helplessly, she decided to give them a cup of each.

"What's wrong?" Corrine asked in concern at Entreri's disturbed countenance. At the end of his fork was a barely nibbled fish stick, accompanied by a disgusted grimace.

"This is not fish."

"Yeah it is. Just heavily processed cod and leftover fish pieces that have been deep fried. Is it bad?"

"Yes, it's horrible."

Corrine rolled her eyes as she finally took her seat opposite Jaraxle, who seemed to be immensely enjoying his own sticks. In front of each plate setting was a row of three drinks, fully creating a circle in the center of the table.

"Try the pizza then."

"It is a strange dish; this Pi-zza, but hearty," Drizzt admitted from where he sat, carefully slicing a piece with a knife. Corrine sighed and decided not to correct him on his methods. Picking up her own slice of pie, she ignored their looks as she chowed down.

"What is this?" Jaraxle asked in startled pleasure after sipping his cup of root beer. She smiled at them as Drizzt and Entreri followed suit, taking cautious tastes of the soda.

"If I had a nickel every time you say that…it's called root beer," she replied lightly before licking her fingers of pizza grease. "Don't drink too much. There's a lot of sugar and I don't want you bouncing off the ceiling, Jar."

"Is that to be my new name with you?" he asked with a grin, taking a hearty gulp of the orange juice. He winced and set it down with a disgruntled look. "That was not as pleasant."

"I find it to be," Drizzt argued, finishing off his cup and ignoring the milk entirely. Leaning back in her seat and bringing up a foot to rest by her bottom on the chair, Corrine munched on a fish stick and thought.

"Tomorrow, we need to devise some disguises for you two. Entreri's fine if not moody."

"I will not wear a mask," Drizzt said stonily, giving her a strict look.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, 'I will not hide my heritage' thing. All we need to do is change your outfit and hide your ears. Otherwise you are good."

Jaraxle and Drizzt exchanged surprised looks yet again before staring at her.

"Will not our black skin give away that we are drow?"

"No, not here. Here we have people with black skin, well, not quite as dark but close enough in some cases," she paused to consider something. "You will look a bit eccentric with your hair, Drizzt, but I think we can pull it off."

"What? Pull off my hair?"

"No, no, no. God, I meant the disguise."

With a huff at Entreri's quiet laugh at her, Corrine stood to set up the beds. After pulling out the hideaway bed and laying out pillows and blankets (off her own bed, mind you), she similarly made the couch.

"Okay, who wants the living room and who wants the room?" she asked tiredly once she returned to the kitchen. The males looked up at her blankly from their conversation. Entreri gave a shrug before deciding to respond.

"Jaraxle and I will share the front room as I doubt the ranger will trust me enough to sleep nearby."

Drizzt gave him yet another hard look but nodded in mute agreement.

"Whatever," Corrine grumbled as she took the dirty plates away, as well as several empty cups. Setting them gracelessly in the sink, she rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Listen, I hate to be a party pooper but I am exhausted. You guys going to be okay if I lock up and go to bed?"

"Absolutely. Go and rest," Drizzt reassured her before collecting his cloak. "I will be retiring as well."

Making her rounds to lock all the doors and setting the house alarm, Corrine came back to the front room. Jaraxle sat with the toaster in his lap, peering intently down into the inside, sitting cross legged on the bed.

"Jar, please don't break that. And nobody try to leave the house in the morning. The alarm will go off unless I put in the code."

"What is the code?" the drow asked nonchalantly, still eyeing the metal thing in front of him. Corrine gave a short laugh.

"Nice try, buddy. G'night."