" Hi.... "
There's a gothic lolita standing in his kitchen drinks all ready. She's got a timing to her visit because Eiden doesn't have energy to address the absurdity of this. He did sort of let her in but there's something about the composure doing that it might insult someone. Eiden can't say he is offended but he is puzzled.
But well. At least she didn't break his window?
" Right there, on the table, by the toaster", Eiden answers. He's all hunched over there, leaning to the door frame.
" So uh. Feel free I guess? "
Even back in her old profession Margaret had never been much for home invasion. There were always much more isolated and- if she were being honest- dramatic places where an ambush could be staged. This was more a presented opportunity than a repeated pattern, though she'd do it again in a heartbeat if necessary.
"Thank you very much!" With a bit more pep in her step, Margaret seeks out the sugar as pointed out, before popping off the lid of her cup to scoop in a generous portion. The same spoon stirs the mixture up, though a flicker of dissatisfaction crosses her face- she does always miss the light clinking of a spoon against the walls of a well-made teacup that a to-go order denies her. An issue easily set aside, though.
"Eiden, correct? I've heard the name around the city from time to time, and I believe you own a shop I've considered perusing before." Her eyes only just left the contents of her cup, looking up to the man with a slightly apologetic expression. "Oh, don't worry- I don't intend to bring up business while you're at home. Rather early for that particular subject anyway, I feel."
