the cat sleeps on the kitchen windowsill as portia bustles about, chatting with you. to be honest, you’re not paying much attention- you’re a little distracted by how cute her home is. it’s small, sure, but it’s very quaint.

“oh!” she squeaks suddenly, leaning up to grab a kettle. “sorry, completely forgot- um, can i make you some tea?” she asks, already rushing to the sink to fill the kettle.