Suggest dinner time.

You panic and try to find a nice way to get out of this situation before your urges take over.

"Dinner is getting cold!"

She gasps and stands back up. "You're right!"

Quickly, she begins to grab utensils and other things as if her life depended on it. She places some food onto a plate and hands it towards you, nearly panting. She takes a deep breath. Over-dramatically, she wipes her head across her forehead, letting out a quiet, "Phew".

"That was close... I hate when food goes to waste. Eat up, please! I made it just for you."

She sure changes moods fast. She seems happy now though, so you take the plate and thank her. Back to the living room you go to sit and relax on your favourite (and only) couch. You breathe a large exhale as you sink into the cushions. You begin to eat, and it's quite tasty. You turn to the archway to see Mira emerge with her own plate, and she sits down beside you.

The two of you begin to watch the television together.

"This is really good," you say.

She smiles bright. "I'm glad you like it, Master Doe!"

"Do you have to keep calling me that?"

"Isn't your name John Doe?"

"Nevermind... Let's just eat."

The two of you have idle chit chat, though you don't really know what to talk about with a catkin. Eventually you finish and she stands up, though bends over to take your plate. Her cleavage dangles in front of your face for a lengthy moment.

"Well, I think I'm going to head to bed soon, Mira."

"Let me clean up, and then I'll sleep too!"

"You don't have to clean up everything."

"Yes I do! You're my master, and I also need to earn my stay here. It's only fair."

You shrug and stand up. "All right, but don't exhaust yourself."

You look to her smile once more before you walk to your bedroom. You change into your pajamas, lift your blanket, and slide into bed. That was quite the second day. As you begin to fall asleep, you start to worry what the rest of the week has in store for you.