Hair a mess. Face smeared with chocolate and flour. In her PJs which consisted of a Slipknot tank top and black shorts. Clove dangling from her lips. Bare feet carrying her to the door as she opened it. Squinting in the sunlight, "Is there something I can help you with?"

She asked looking him over. What? No hello? Of course not. She was busy and didn't like to be bothered. However she flashed a bright smile. Musn't let the guest know she was irritated.

Okay. Now that was just a no-no. Dark depths widened then narrowed into slits as he pushed past her. She slammed the door shut, "Just make yourself at home why don't you?"

She muttered as she leaned against the door. Crossing one leg over the other. Clove was ashed on the marble floor before raising it for another drag, "I don't really know. Lurking around like always. Feel free to wander around and look for her. Just don't get lost. And don't get any blood or any other sticky substances on the floor."

With that she pushed away from the door and bare feet padded towards the kitchen once more. She walked through the kitchen and into the hall where their rooms were. Closing her eyes for a brief moment before she knocked on May's bedroom door a few times, "Yo Mayday. Someone to see you."

Ashing her clove once more on the floor as she then wandered over to the door leading to May's office once more knocking, "Chick...Someone waiting for you."

Having delievered her messages she made her way back into the kitchen just in time to pull the brownies out of the oven and set them on the counter to cool off as she put another cake pan in the oven and shut the door. Taking the last drag from the clove as she stuffed it out in the ashtray on the counter. Leaning her hip against the counter as she crossed arms over her chest and one leg over the other waiting for the brownies to bake.

First came snickers. And then giggles. Finally full outright laughing to May's enraged voice. Laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes and had to hold her sides since they were hurting. When she had finally recovered she wiped the tears of laughter from her face. Picking up the knife she cut the brownies in squares. They still needed to cool.

Wiping her hands on a hand towel in the kitchen bare feet lead her out of the kitchen and to May. Of course she stepped on those ashes smearing them on the floor. Brightest and sweetest of smiles to May, "Yes?"

Asked with a red left raising brow in the most sweetest of tones. She even tilted her head to the side cutely. Cue in the chorus of angels and the halo people. The performance was Oscar worthy.