[action (in more ways than one, ohoho)] [backdated to morning...]
[Felicia is seated at the kitchen table with a book from the library lying open in front of her, which she reads with a mechadendrite as she copies notes onto a large, hand-drawn schematic of the house. There's a half-full mug of something at her elbow, but she's pushed her other breakfast dishes to one side: a plate and bowl, scraped clean of all but a few traces of whatever they'd held.]
[She catches sight of Cain with another mechadendrite, and, without bothering to lift her head, greets him with a cheerful, if slightly distracted:]