Cal awoke from her slumber, having nearly slept the entire day away. She had cleared the couch off of any junk that adorned it at the moment. She made her way out of her room in a groggy manner and eyed the couch where Mitch should have either been sleeping or sitting only to find it empty. Her gaze shifted from the vacant couch to the small kitchenette. Where was that man?

She sauntered over to the dining room table and slumped down in an unsturdy chair with the back missing off of it. The place would actually look quite nice if she ever made a point to fix it up. It seemed like so much work, but she would eventually get someone to do it for her. She reached for a notebook and began scribbling down paint colors and different ideas for new carpets. A pile of magazines was picked up off the floor and dropped on the table with a thud.

"Mitch," she called out as she leafed through them. She would await to see if he responded to her before making any propositions.

"This place is disgusting, what do you say... we work at fixing up the bookstore downstairs? Then we can open it up for business and use the profits to fix up here...?" She quirked a brow at him, she wasn't being condescending just yet. She was simply tied of how the place looked, it appeared to be damaged beyond repair. But she was sure that with some guidance she could get someone to fix the place up quite a bit.

"You have to wait for paint to dry... We should replace some of the walls... That requires Sheetrock, mudding and taping, sanding, kiltz, paint... Electrical wiring, there are a lot of things involved in getting the place up and running." She knew a thing or two about building, that was for sure. "Do you know anyone that might offer to help assist us...? Maybe I'll keep an eye out, I can be quite persuasive..." A faint nod. "It may take a while, but it shouldn't take terribly long. Right?"

She nodded faintly, "I'll do the rest..." She reached for a box of trash bags and removed one, moving about to pick up scattered trash bags. "Mitch... could you pick up those pizza boxes and some of the trash around here? If you go outside of the apartment there should be a staircase leading to the bookstore. There's a back door with a dumpster located just outside of it... I figure if we clean the place up and take out some of the furniture and carpet then we can have someone come by and take care of it later. If you want we can finish up that office and furnish it into a second bedroom..." Was she offering him some hospitality without being rude about it? Cal? Never!

Cal chose to leave the house, figurng Mitch wouldn't mind so much. She needed to make a trip for paint despite the trouble of carrying it, she could always have stuff delivered to the house figuring that they needed some new furniture anyways. This way he would have room to work and maybe even take a break or something. Though it might be hard for him to do much of anything with that black kitten darting about the house and sniffing curiously at his heels.