Borodin sighed. He thought for a few seconds. "Yes," he said. "Yes, that's fine." He walked inside and motioned to Kria, inviting him inside. "There's some stew cooking over by the fire over there," Borodin said, pointing lazily. "Help yourself."
Borodin sat down in his favorite silky chair and sipped some hot chocolate. "So," Borodin said. "What's the real reason you came here today? Perhaps you came to steal one of my priceless books like those other thieves did? Don’t worry; I’ve got my eye on you.” He eyed Kria suspiciously.