Apt 229, Lunchtime, Cleo and Jazz, Closed
Cleo was feeling mighty happy today, she'd handed in her last assignment yesterday, had only a couple of piddly little tests to sit, and was generally at a loose end, so she'd been shopping this morning and bought back some yummy stuffs from the foundry market for lunch, along with a couple of other, more idiosyncratic, purchases with which she was remarkably pleased. Her iTunes selection had her dancing round the kitchen as she laid out lunch, vague noises having indicated that Jazz was indeed still in the apartment. That in itself was unusual, but a little imagination and Cleo had turned a tapas lunch for one into tapas and anti-pasto with a nice salad for two.
She was still singing along to the iTunes as she danced through the apartment to knock on Jazz's door, "Hey sis? Lunch is ready when you are! I just know you are dying to see my latest finds too! I think they'll really liven up the apartment!"
That, and probably that alone, would bring Jazz out of her room, Cleo thought smugly, although seriously, she didn't think the large hot pink feather boa, a startlingly shiny pink and black fascinator complete with sequins and feathers and two small pots planted with herbs really should have that effect.