*is busy brushing her cat when you knock and both are startled by the sound, resulting in Mister Whiskers dashing to hide under the nearest piece of furniture and her getting a couple of scratches (ouch, Mister Whiskers!)*
*brightly* Coming! *sticks her injured thumb in her mouth and wonders who it could possibly be (delivery, Girl Scouts, Eru's Witnesses) and, somehow, isn't really expecting it to be you (though you are the obvious answer)* *beams at you, extracting her thumb (still a little bloody)* Hi, oh my gosh, did we have plans? Come in. *reaches up on tip-toes to drop a sweet little kiss on your chin*