Ugh, the wings. She was still going to have to do something about that. But first she decided to have a bit of mercy on him, not imagining apologizing something that he found easy to do, and not willing to turn it aside as though it meant nothing.

"Well, you don't have to do it on my doorstep. Come on in."

And she moved towards the small counter which served as a make-shift kitchen, heading towards the pitcher of water she had there. On her way, she casually picked up a matching zippered sweatshirt. She set the orchids on the table before shrugging it on, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and not just a point of... consideration and mild awkwardness as she remembered the differences in time.