She had been in the act of turning around with the baking sheet that held the tasty, savory pot-pies, all home made by Phaedra herself, when Oscar slipped into the kitchen. While she could not claim to be quite as proficient in the kitchen as Hazel, she was still quite skilled with cooking, when she had the time to do so. One would be hard pressed to catch someone by surprise, when said someone had such a strongly similar chemical make-up as Opium did with Morphine, or Morphine with Heroin. Yet, Morphine, being deeply involved with her tasks as she was at the moment, was slightly surprised to turn and find herself nearing hitting her brother in the side with the large baking sheet.
Yet, the subtle startled look she might have given melted away a second later, as if it had never been there in the first place. Even when she was at ease and casual within the walls of her own home, there was still subtly calculated about her every gesture, even in moments of unpredictability. She adjusted the baking sheet, slid it down onto the island in the middle of the kitchen, and gave Oscar a quirk of a half-smile, brows also twitching slightly upward in quiet amusement at him. "Hazel will be here soon, I'm certain. Out of tune? Truly? Oh, I don't know about that, Oscar..." She smiled inwardly, removing the oven mitts from her hands. " ... Perhaps you need someone to show you the right keys." Her face was utterly calm, but there was that playful, wry spark in her gaze that he and Hazel would know immediately.