Beatrix blinked, a quirky little half smile forming on her face as she awoke the next morning.

"Ah, so ye' came back."

The golden slime at the foot of her bed wriggled in what Beatrix assumed was discomfort. She felt her smile fall a bit but otherwise she was at ease.

"So, what brings ye' round here, hm? Or are ye' jus' curious?" Beatrix chuckled at the wary look the Golden Slime adopted when she started to move. "Aw, that's enough o' that. If I wanted ta' hurtcha I woulda by now."

The slime merely wriggled warily as it watched Beatrix make her coffee. "It's a shame ye' can't talk." She mused as the pot brewed. "It'd be nice t' know what yer thinkin' over there."

With a pop, the golden slime disappeared. Beatrix shrugged and merely finished making her coffee.

"Well, that was...something."