POLLY was just doing...things, around the house.

'Things' was the best way to describe her actions. Mainly because she had no idea what else to do. BASIL has...been more or less absent as of recent, especially after the passing of his grandmother at Faraway Town's hospital. He's either been in the bathroom, his room, or somewhere off on his lonesome, perhaps tending to the flowers that his grandmother loved so much.

In the meantime, she occupies herself with cooking things, just to brush up on her talent and perhaps excel a little bit more. BASIL's friend, KEL, has reassured her that her cooking taste was absolutely fine, and while she appreciated, she couldn't shake the little unsure feeling.

It was in the middle of her cooking of chicken vegetable soup that someone knocked on her door. She wasn't sure if it was BASIL, one of his friends, or just someone dropping something off, but she took her orderly time and politely called out.

"Just one moment!"

With her cooking utensils all sorted and her apron taken off from over her neat white dress, POLLY's shoes clacked against the floor in rhythm as she inches ever closer to the door, taking a brief moment to look through the peephole.

Nobody she could recognize...even then, it wouldn't be bad to just be a bit courteous.

With a gentle turn of the knob, she greets the stranger outside...

"Hi there." She calmly nodded. "Are you...one of BASIL's friends? I'm POLLY, his caretaker. If you're looking for him, he's not currently here. Just me about my lonesome," she'd remark. "Or maybe I'm just throwing out guesses about yourself, ahah."