Time to talk ...of cabbages and kings (Eric)
The sun was setting, which meant it was time to find a certain safe house. The crone rarely took the same way twice, even with the shift of the City. Anyone who could or would follow the crone could and would find a way to remember where she was going. She took her time as this was likely to be the last time she would be her own self. She had no idea what the outcome would be; she'd seen the girl that Eric frequented on occasion and had seen the effects. But, she knew she was not that simpering little girl.
Stopping by the shops to get a few things for herself, a dress, some shoes, maybe a small bag of chocolates and a bottle of wine, Baba Yaga prepared for the night. There was nothing overly different in her preparation, but there was a different feeling to it. She'd put it off for many reasons, and finally decided perhaps it may help in the coming days. She had big plans, and she was going to share them as well as a few other things with the Viking.
The crone got into the safe house without much issue,seeing as what could be worn was. She rarely left a clothing store in the same clothes she'd been wearing when she walked in. The two other treats in a small bag. She didn't care if he was already awake. Though there were times she watched him when he was dead to the world. It wasn't romance so much as curiosity. There were times she had to fight herself from touching him or worse to see if there was any sort of survival instinct.
Having set her "treasures" down on a counter, she found the one glass she bothered keeping here. He didn't need it really, so why bother? He drank right from the source after all. Now, what would he want to do first?