Scott gazed thoughtfully at the now occupied space in his bedroom. If science fiction and fantasy movies taught him anything, when people transferred between worlds there was supposed to be a brilliant light show. A portal would open, or a naked terminator was supposed to slowly appear while lightning skirled around the area. Sonja simply, appeared.

"Why do you seem disappointed?" she asked him curiously.

He grinned at her. "I'm not sure seeing you pop up could ever disappoint me. I just expected the transfer itself to look a little more interesting."

"How did it look?" Sonja cast her gaze about briefly. There was little difference in this new room when compared to the one that she just left. Furniture, a bed, and various clothing in disarray. "I must say, I thought another world might be different as well."

His grin widened as a certain Disney movie song rose up in his memory. Scott held out his hand. "I will show you the world, princess."

"Princess is it?" she asked him softly a slight gleam in her eyes.

"I'm not calling you queen," said Scott lightly. "Oh, and while we're here be sure to call me Scott."

"Of course, Master." Sonja took his hand lightly, and the two scantily clad people stepped out of the room.

The hallway beyond did not offer her any insight into the differences in reality. Scott flipped on the light switch. She spent a curious moment gazing at it, but dismissed it. They had lights back where she was from as well, though they worked differently. The same could be said of running water for bathing, and even a toilet.

It was not until they reached the kitchen that she began to notice a few intriguing differences worthy of note. The refrigerator was nothing particularly special, as elemental mana stones inside of food boxes could cool or freeze food. The stove, proved slightly more interesting.

"You have a temperature range for the heat needed to cook each meal? We have to tap the crystal until it feels hot enough, or use a normal fire," said Sonja. Her eyes lit up a little as the idea of cooking on such a marvel began to give her ideas.

"I mostly cook using this, though," said Scott. He patted his microwave lightly.

"You use the small box instead of your stove?" she asked him curiously.

"It's not perfect, and honestly food tastes better when made by hand." Scott patted his microwave once more. "This is more for quick meals when you want to eat in a few minutes and don't care as much about the taste."

"Ah." Sonja eyed the microwave with a slight hint of disdain. "How does it work?"

"Not sure. I think the microwaves it produces excites the particles in the food and allows it to cook without the use of things like oil and the like." Scott looked to her then continued, "There are people who can make culinary masterpieces with this thing, but most of us just use it to reheat left overs or quick boil rice and noodles."

"I see, so it is some sort of food warmer?" she asked.

"Sure. Though, I use it to actually cook at times. Just have to be careful what I choose to make because the taste can be a lot different," he said.

"What are these things?" she asked while turning from the microwave. She gestured toward the blender on the counter.

"Ah, that's my blender. If I don't feel like stirring stuff up by hand, I put it in there and it mixes everything together. That one can even crush and mix ice for drinks." Scott did not even have the chance to move onto the toaster, before Sonja rushed forward and began to poke at the device.

He poking and prodding caused her to inadvertently press the power button and then the puree mode. Metal blades shrieked into action as the blender came alive with a hellish screech. She leapt back fists out in preparation. "Beware! It comes!"

Scott blinked slowly. While Sonja leaned left and right, he reached over and casually turned off the blender.

"You have pacified the beast...?" she asked, her eyes wide and her fists tight.

He barked out a laugh and shook his head. The sight of the apron-clad Valkyrie prepared for life and death battle against his blender was simply too much. He could not restrain his good humor.

Obviously annoyed, Sonja's lower lip poked out petulantly even as her cheeks reddened. Once he explained the blender and why it made such a hellish noise, her embarrassment could not be hidden.

Scott showed her how the blender worked by taking out a bit of cake mix, milk, and some eggs. "Normally it's better to use a cake mixer since it won't over-blend, but you can blend cake batter in a blender if you use a slower setting."

Sonja watched curiously as her master poured the ingredients into the blender all at once, placed the lid back on it, and then awakened the hell beast from its slumber. The blender blades whirled quickly and soon the mixture was well-blended.

"That took so little time..." she said thoughtfully.

"Yeah," said Scott. "There's a ton of home appliances in this world that make cooking, cleaning, and laundry pretty easy."

"Easy laundry?" she asked in an incredulous tone. "Impossible. It takes hours to properly clean and dry unless you can use certain types of magic."

"Shall I wash your apron for you?" asked Scott lightly.

A certain light came to her eyes, and she quickly removed her sole covering. Naked as the day she was born, Sonja offered her only garment to him for wash duty.

"Follow me, princess," said Scott whimsically. Her spun around, apron in hand, then lifted his nose into the air. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she followed after him.

"I haven't done laundry in a few days, so I'll just add it to the wash. I'm not fancy, so I just throw everything in at once," said Scott before he listed the lid on his washing machine.

"What is this device?" she asked him curiously.

He gave her a run down on what a washing machine did, though he was no expert on how it did it. A few minutes later a heavy load of laundry was underway.

"That is all? You simply put into the groaning box, and come back later?" she asked.

"Yeah. Once it's done running, I put it in the dryer," said Scott. "Though, that can run up the light bill. So, I tend to dry clothes outside most of the time."

Sonja immediately began to ask questions about the aforementioned dryer and Scott explained the technology. "Add a tumbling mechanism to a heating box and it helps to dry them faster... Interesting."

Scott could not help but note how excited she was by modern appliances. He almost made a joke about how she would make some man a good wife someday, but then he remembered her current situation. She did have a husband, and that bastard certainly did not deserve a cake or tumble-dry socks.

She lightly clapped her hands together while turning to Scott. "What next?" she asked, a sparkle in her eyes.

Scott introduced her to the vacuum cleaner, which while loud was something she else that she loved. Her domestic minded nature proved quite endearing. The girl was ecstatic any time she discovered a new tool to make housework simpler.

"Now that I think about it, we should get you some clothes to wear. I'm so used to you wandering around in nothing but an apron that I forgot about how repressed people are in this world," said Scott.

"Oh? Does the master dislike the manner in which his cow is dressed?" she asked him in a curious tone.

"We're on the cow thing again, huh?" Scott glanced at her, his eyebrow lightly quirked.

"Moo." Sonja crossed her arms over her chest then offered him a saucy smile.

"Moo, back at you," responded Scott.

Sonja faked a gasp then mooed at him with greater volume. Scott stepped back as though he had been struck. His eyes widened. Such language! An affront to his masculine pride of this magnitude would not stand! The time for battle had come!

A moment of stupidity passed as they mooed at each other like giggling idiots. Eventually, they mooed their way down the hall and back to Scott's bedroom.

While Scott's clothes themselves were large enough, her body was a bit more dynamic. Most of the clothing items that he offered were not designed for epic Valkyrie proportions. His clothes tended to rise up or cling in places, and did so to such an extent that she might as well have been naked. Given that he had no female undergarments for her to wear, a lot of his thin t-shirts were immediately discounted as options. The outside world had suffered enough. He refused to cause traffic accidents when she eventually decided to take a walk down the street.

After a few moments passed where the struggle to fit into some of Scott's clothes proved to be quite real, Sonja spun around in place then asked for his opinion. She wore a hoody with the Tri-Force from the Legend of Zelda printed on the back, and the world's luckiest cotton shorts.

"These are probably a bit big, but you're welcome to them until we can get you some real clothes." Scott offered her a pair of his sandals.

Sonja slipped her feet inside then looked down at them briefly. Her head came up and she offered him a thoughtful glance. "You are right about them being big..."

Scott grinned at her for various reasons, an expression which intensified slightly when she wiggled her toes upward to get a better fit. A lot of sandal real estate was left to languish behind her heel, but it was something for her to wear at least.

Next he took her into the living room and showed her something else new and exciting. They sat on the couch briefly, then he took his remote and turned on his television.

Sonja's eyes widened perceptibly. Of all the things she might have expected, the appearance of strangely sized people inside of a little rectangle was not one of them. "What?"

He laughed lightly at her expression of confusion then started to explain the situation. However, a knock at the door caught his attention. "Who could that be?"

"Anyway, that's a TV. It's fun... Let me get the door," said Scott before he hopped up to see what asshole had decided to come bother him now.

Scott opened the door then immediately relaxed. In hindsight it was obvious who it would be. "Shara... Hey."

"Hi, Scott!" exclaimed Shara in a cheerful tone. "I saw your lights on and figured that I would innocently come over to—" She stopped in mid-sentence when Sonja rose from the couch and walked over to the door. "Oh, who is this?"

Sonja regarded Shara for a moment. Her eyes narrowed slightly upon realizing the truth. This new arrival was a definite threat, even if she possibly meant no harm. She stepped closer to Scott and lightly placed an arm to his wrist. "Master, who is she?"

Shara gasped aloud then lightly raised one hand to her lips. "Goodness! My master has yet another mistress. How wonderful!"

"Master?" asked Sonja, her teeth starting to grind slightly. Who exactly was this dangerous girl, and why was she so excited that her master had a mistress?

"This is fantastic news," Shara clapped her hands together then pushed forward. "First Ashton, and now this beautiful conquest. I am so proud of you, Scott!"

Scott's left eye twitched slightly. "The hell, Shara..."

Sonja's grip tightened on Scott's arm. "Scott..."

Shara smiled ecstatically then lunged forward. Somehow she managed to get past Scott and wrapped her arms around Sonja before the blond girl could even process the speed of the movement. "Attack hug!"

Sonja's piercing gaze attempted to penetrate Shara's defenses, but the red-haired girl's smile never wavered. Despite the Valkyrie's best efforts she could not shake the girl off. She was a mighty foe indeed!

"Unhand me, harlot!" cried Sonja after a moment of desperate struggle. A wild laugh erupted next to her. She looked to Scott, her eyes filled with the pain of his betrayal, how could he laugh at a moment like this? Some crazed girl held her in an unwanted embrace, and even she was not strong enough to break free! This was no time for frivolity and mirth!

"Release me, I said!" raged Sonja once more. She tried to spin around or to use the unarmed combat techniques of her people, but somehow this ridiculous girl easily countered her every attempt. She could not recall any point in her life where she was so completely outmatched without it involving a life or death struggle.

Shara ignored the boundaries that she was crossing and nuzzled her cheek against Sonja's. "Welcome to the family! If you get pregnant first, I call dibs on being the hostess for the baby shower."

"Pregnant?" Sonja's eyes widened once more, her face reddening even further in the process. What was even going on right now? She looked to her master, but he was no help. The braying jackass was on the floor laughing uproariously. His hands lightly swatted at the air as though he tried to slap something invisible, or perhaps he was making an inept attempt to fly. Either way, his laughter was exceedingly annoying.