The uncomfortable dampness of the rainy weather soon came to a standstill. Heat warmed the inside; an hour had gone. Courtney brought over a fresh pair of change for her 'son'.
"I'm going to order food," came her echoey voice from below, "-anything you'd like?"
"No," he returned, "-do you have ingredients?"
"Yeah," she replied with footsteps heading for the stairs.
"I'm sorry, guess I caught you at a bad time," she stood with only a bath towel wrapped around her body and hair.
"It's fine," said she unbothered by his presence, "-are you going to cook?"
"I'd love to."
"I'll leave you to it then," her pink fluffy slippers noiselessly made for the large rest area where multiple items were laid. A piano, a large television, a computer, a guitar, and a few more. It was neatly separated into differing hobbies. There even hosted a small library with a literal divine view as one would gaze onto the ground as if gods.
