"I was wondering the same thing. None of this is familiar." Though it was impossibly soft. Whoever was doing this had made sure the bed was at least comfortable.

He carefully slipped out from under the covers now that he had pants on and began to wander around. Seregil was still light on his feet and moved with almost unearthly grace. Pausing at a shining strange object, he picked it up before reading the plate in front of it. "Seems we're in a place where someone named 'Alec' lives. This is apparently his beloved toaster." He set the thing back down where he found it. Better not upset this Alec fellow.