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While they're both there, Noon slides a hand down to grope the Dryad's ass, whistling, smiling unapologetically.
 
*bops him on the head with a frying pan for Cait, but kisses it to make it better.

Not hard or anything.
 
DemureDryad said:
*bops him on the head with a frying pan for Cait, but kisses it to make it better.

Not hard or anything.
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Frowns at DD, but then leans in to kiss her lips quickly afterward.

Fine, fine.

Ducks out of the Mansion to begin working on a reply to her post.
 
The stereo is blaring music from the recessed, hidden speakers. The kitchen lights are blazing. The counters and the island are covered in newspapers and there are pumpkins all over the place. Slightly bent over one pumpkin, turned on its side, she's scooping out pumpkin guts and tossing them into a baking sheet. Her body is moving the current beat of the music playing. Ponytail is swaying as she wields a knife or scooper.
 
One of the maids is waved to as she breezes into the house, flirty little black skirt swirling around her knees. The music leads her to the kitchen, and she flashes a bright smile to Cait when she sees her, and the pumpkins scattered all over the counters. Searching through the drawers, she hunts out a knife and then reaches for the nearest pumpkin as she questions, "Care for some help?" They haven't been formally introduced, yet, and she seeks to remedy that with a quick, "My name's Tanyia, by the way."
 
He has been working straight for the past six hours. A break is necessary. He decides to exit the study and go to the entertainment room for a bit. He grabs the half eaten cinnamon roll in one hand and on his way, he hears noises from the kitchen. They're soft. Feminine. One of them is definitely hers. His feet come to a halt just outside the room as he peeks in, noticing the adorable ponytail dangling to the side and his woman bent over. He twitches just a bit. There's another lady with a black skirt, somebody new, both with knives in their hands, fleshing out guts and carving facial organs out of the poor vegetables...or fruits...whatever they are called. Another person allowed to work in Cait's kitchen? She must be really special, he thinks. He wonders if it would be a good idea to enter right now, or just wave a hello and continue downstairs. The scene in there is quite scary. At least for the pumpkins. Maybe he could grab her and take her with him. A wicked smile flashes across his lips as he takes a bite out of the swirl.
 
Expect the unexpected, especially in the mansion. Glancing up from the pumpkin she was carving, knife poised over it, she smiled at Tanyia.

“Cait. Help yourself. Go nuts on these poor things. They’re great therapy.”

She waved the knife toward the innocent untouched pumpkins and bent to stab the knife into pumpkin flesh, cutting away.

At some point she became aware of someone else. This one she knew. She’d know him anywhere, even blind.

“M! Where have you been?”

With the tip of her knife embedded into the pumpkin, she glanced over at her heart of hearts. Her eyes went the cinnamon roll he was biting into. A muscle in her jaw twitched.
 
Her knife stabbed into a pumpkin, cutting open the top with practiced ease. She's done this before.

"It's really great to finally meet you, Cait." She'd heard about her from a good friend they shared. "I've been dying to get a chance to actually get to."

The top of the pumpkin is pulled off and she settles the knife on the counter before plunging her hand in to scoop out the insides. Despite her practice, she can't help but make a face at the squishy feeling between her fingers as she scoops up handful after handful.

Mav's entrance is a welcome distraction and she shifts her gaze to his face. Grins when she spots the muffin. That reminds her of something.

"Oh! I brought some cookies. To leave in the kitchen, if that's alright with you." The words are directed at Cait, and she flashes another quick smile in Mav's direction as well, in greeting.
 
Pausing in her endeavor, long enough to brush a red tendril of hair from her face, she grinned over at Tanyia.

“It’s nice to finally meet you too. I’m glad you stopped in.”

She had heard good things about Tanyia from their mutual friend and it was always nice to make another friend. She saw the wave to M.

“Darling, meet Tanyia. Tanyia, this is Mav, the key to my heart. And trust me, cookies are always welcome around here, aren’t they darling? I’m sure between M, Ice and visitors, they’ll be appreciated and eaten fairly quickly.”
 
"It's nice to meet you, M." The smile on her face is genuine. Her gaze quickly shifts to Cait's face again, and her cheeks flush just a little, warming.

"I thought they might be appreciated. I brought a few different varieties - but mostly chocolate chip. I actually brought a separate box to leave in Ice's room, but he might sneak down here for some more when his are all gone."

She's back to scooping guts out of the pumpkin, and Cait is right. It's good therapy, and she falls into the easy monotony of it, humming along with the music.

A few minutes pass before she questions, "Out of curiosity's sake, Cait, do you happen to be looking for a cook for this place?"
 
He took a few steps towards his woman, glancing at the other one who was busy carving out another little innocent one with practiced ease, her gaze on his snack not going unnoticed. It was not quite the twitch that Cait couldn't hide, but a grin reminding her of something.

"I've been busy with work, darling. And was on my way downstairs. I thought you had gone out today."

He grinned, bent down and planted a kiss on her cheek, his hand sliding over her bum and giving it a light squeeze, just as pleased to see his queen, popping the last piece of the swirl into his mouth and chewing on it. Once his mouth was empty, he spoke again.

"I see you two are digging into those poor creatures in such a way they wouldn't even survive long enough to go to therapy."

He turned towards the guest and smiled as she spoke to Cait.

"It's nice to meet you, Tanyia. I like cookies."

He nodded and a friendly smile flashed back at her.

"You're not the lady that called me a rascal, are you?"

He glanced to and fro between the two ladies.
 
She paused in her carving, waving her knife at M in a mock warning.

“Not wise, darling to mess with a woman when she has a knife in her hand,” she turned her head to kiss him.

“Not therapy for the pumpkins, silly. For us. Carving on them. Gets out the need to stab something, at least for me.”

She glanced at Tanyia.

“Anytime you feel like cooking, Tanyia, please feel welcome to. I don’t get the opportunity much to cook as I’d like to. If M and I aren’t here, we’re at Synergy.

There’s empty rooms upstairs too if you’d like to move into one of them. Ice has the one at the end of the hall with the big double doors. The one next to his is empty, I think. The key is hanging on the back of the door. The occupied rooms have a name plate. Feel free.

Are you joining us in carving, love or are you going below to the entertainment room?”
 
She loves to cook, loves to bake, loves to make things that make other people happy. It's just what she does, and what makes her happy.

M's question catches her offguard and she flashes a sheepish smile as she nods, "That'd be me. I meant it good-naturedly, I promise."

Green eyes shift to Cait's face and she nods her head as she listens. The mention of Synergy sends an shiver down the length of her spine and gets her cheeks to flushing hot again. "I heard that you own Synergy. It's beautiful. And enticing."

She clears her throat, dipping her head to pay close attention to her pumpkin suddenly, waiting for that flush to fade just a little from her cheeks. When she feels it recede some, she glances back up at Cait and M, thankful for the offer of a place to stay.

"That would be lovely, thanks. I like to bake quiet early in the mornings, before anyone gets out of bed - but I promise there will always be coffee fresh and waiting." She likes to make new friends, and it shows on her face.

The inside of her pumpkin is finally scraped clean, and she can start to carving a face on it's rounded front. Sticking her bottom lip between her teeth, she taps the metal tip of the knife against the counter contemplatively, before setting to work. She's listen, peripherally, for anything M or Cait might say to her, though.
 
She's up early and already in the kitchen, just like she said she would be. The smell of coffee drifts through the lower level of the house, as does the smell of blueberries.

She's got her long, auburn hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, a streak of flour across her left cheekbone. Over a pair of small black pajama shorts and a matching red tank top sporting Betty Boop, she wears an apron that slips over her neck and ties around her back at the waist.

Blueberry muffins are popped out of the oven and another batch slid in before she busies herself with pulling the already-done ones on the counter out of their pan so that she can settle them in a basket on the island countertop.

She seems perfectly content to work in mostly silence, humming a little tune to herself as she works to stir up the last batch for the oven. Dishes are rinsed as they're used, stacked neatly for her to wash when she's all finished.

A small, separate basket, is filled with four or five muffins and a little note that reads: "For Cait + M. Hope you enjoy. -T"

A little thank you to her new friends.
 
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