[The apartment's cute, shown always from the same three walled angle but very cute all the same. Dated, but not too terribly, something concocted from dreams and memories of the 90s with just enough fake shag accents on the furniture to be fun. Jezebel's in the kitchen nook, tapping a heeled boot over pristine checkerboard flooring as she works diligently to scrub a pot. As if on cue, the oven alarm chirps and she pulls off rubber gloves to go pull out a tray of cookies bare handed.
She's from Hell, remember?
Setting down the tray and humming a happy song, she sets them out on a wire rack to cool before turning back into the terribly fashionable living room as the front door swings in.] Spike? You're just in time for cookies!