In the morning, Roger woke up with a massive headache. Slowly, he sat up and promptly vomited into the trash bin he kept at the side of his bed. He groaned and got up to take a shower. He glanced up at the clock on his wall and noticed that it was half past noon, and he sighed, shaking his head.

Once got out of the shower and was dressed, he came out to find Lily cooking something. He couldn't be sure what she was doing, but he wasn't confident that she was doing it well. The kitchen was a mess, that was undeniable. There was at least four different goopy substances on nearly every surface as Lily danced around, trying not to burn anything.

"What are you doing?" Roger sighed, the scents starting to waft to his nose and he did his best not to throw up again. Lily looked up and grimaced.

"Making lunch," she answered, pointing at the stove with a spatula. Roger followed where she was pointed and just sighed. Everything was boiling over and on the verge of catching on fire. He wasn't even sure of what exactly she was supposed to be cooking. 

"Just don't catch the place on fire," he whispered, realizing that he didn't have the energy to look after her at the present moment. She frowned and glared before returning to her witch's brew of a meal. Roger went and sat down on the couch, nursing his throbbing head.

Moments later, Lily came over with a plate with a bowl on it and a mug of hot liquid. Roger sat up, squinting his eyes in confusion. 

"What's all this?" Roger whispered, seeing scrambled eggs and oatmeal with what looked like honey on top.

"My grandmother's hangover cure. My mother used to drink a lot and would have me make this breakfast for her in the morning. You smelled like alcohol when I first met you, and then you drank more once you got in the apartment. So, I wondered and made an educated guess," Lily answered as she straightened. "Oh, that tea is red ginseng with a dash of honey."

"Where on earth did you get red ginseng?" he asked, bewildered. He knew he had honey, eggs, and oatmeal, but he knew for sure he didn't have any tea in the apartment. He hated it.

"Some of my own stash. It reminds me of home, so I kept a box of teabags in my pack," Lily answered as she wandered back into the kitchen. Roger watched her go as he noticed that her hair matched the tea she had given him. Laughing under his breath, he wondered if her mother drank red ginseng when she was pregnant with Lily. 

Roger ate the breakfast like lunch with surprising speed, only needing two pills of ibuprofen before the hangover dissipated. He took a deep breath and stood, taking the dishes back to the kitchen. Although, he was so involved with his food, he didn't even notice that Lily had cleaned the entire kitchen. The disaster that used to be there was now gone. Now, she stood in a clean room with the dishwasher open, trying to figure out how to get the soap in.

"Oh, you're done!" Lily noted with a smile. "Was it good?"

"Yeah, it was pretty good. Never thought of putting honey in oatmeal. Smart," he mentioned, not wanting to come off as too excited about the meal. 

"Thanks," she replied, putting his dishes in the washer before finally figuring out how the soap goes in. She shut the door and smiled, proud of herself. Roger nodded before heading back to the living room, beckoning her to follow him. 

Roger sat down and started to flip through the on boarding packet, reading the legal documents. They were more demanding than normal job acceptance papers, as there was a clause that demanded that Lily's death to be faked officially and irreversibly. The organization would create a new identity in case anything got hairy, but that protected her family and friends from the horrors of the job. Another paper mentioned that if she were to discuss the details of her job to someone outside of the organization, she would be dismissed immediately without compensation.

Lily sat down across from Roger and looked through the papers as well, reading through them carefully. At first, she was surprised at the demands that the organization was throwing at her, but she understood why. In order to keep the peace, it was important that the creatures remain a secret. They weren't really hurting anyone. In most cases, that is.

"Here's a pen," Roger remarked, handing it to her. Lily accepted it and started to sign her name and initial. Roger read over the documents and explained what they meant to the new recruit.

Hours passed before they were able to get through the proverbial red tape. Roger sighed and leaned against the couch, relieved that they had finished. Lily sat back as well for a moment before Roger sat back up and organized the papers. Then he stood and grabbed his coat.

"Where are you going?" she asked, not really wanting to be left alone in the apartment. He looked through the closet and found one of Sonya's old coats. Without a word or glance, he threw it to Lily.

"We're going to do some fieldwork."