Somewhere in the back of her mind, Millicent registered that she liked the living room. Even Orla's hand in hers didn't feel odd as the other woman guided her to a sofa and told her to sit. It was not hard to obey, nor was it hard to take the leaves offered.
Smiling she tried to identify them, but her vision was a bit too fussy for her to make out the plant. 'Should I eat them?' she asked, tilting her head as she looked at Orla.
She wasn't aware of how inviting she could look when she sat like that, and had long since stopped wondering what Orla's motives were. The buzz in her mind was enough to keep her mind off anything unpleasant.