The blonde were nightingale sighed as she looked at the shopping list. Would it kill Tessa to take more interest on their living conditions? Billie didn't want to know, really. A hawk doesn't really care to keep the floors clean and the clothes inside of the closet, leave alone buying clothes regularly. For all Billie knew, her dear aunt probably ate her own meals from what she hunted.
That was something Billie wasn't willing to think too much about.
So, it was time for them to refill their fridge and make some overall shopping. So there was Billie, walking around with the nose buried on her list, muttering some tune and day dreaming about hiring a butler to make the shopping for her.