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lavender is sure that living is worse (lavishly) wrote in pandorarpg,

Lavender looked up from the plate she was picking at in the kitchen when she heard someone come through the floo. "Bianca," she called out, wanting to make sure it was the other woman. "I'm over here, in the kitchen."

Between the fireplace and the kitchen her flat was more akin to a greenhouse than actual living space, filled with a variety of plants that were an extension of her rooftop garden. Coupled with all of the natural light that normally came through the wall of bay windows, her flat had a very open feeling to it that spoke to her. Well, that and the kitchen with really nice equipment.

"Sorry, I was just finishing dinner." Not that she had been particularly hungry, but even picking at the rare steak she cooked soothed her a little and if they were going to do a reading she needed to be as close to normal as possible. "But please, take off your coat, and if you're daring you're welcome to taste any of the strange and new things I've attempted to bake this afternoon, or I can easily get you something more normal or expected."