BB had no issue with Aurora making herself at home in her space, following with equal curiosity. The kitchen was just as messy as the rest of the apartment; the fridge had a few photos, one of her family, two individually of herself with an older and younger man. Article clippings and oddball magnets covered the rest of the space. The cabinets were covered in chipped paint, but it seemed most of their contents was emptied out onto the counter. A bright blue bowl held the beginnings of a mixture, a mostly-buried wooden spoon sticking out of it.
A faded and several-times folded printout of a recipe was propped up against a book toward the far wall. Ingredients were spread out around the space -- flour, a carton of eggs from which two were missing (their shells in the sink), empty butter stick wrappers and a bag of chocolate chips. One item that stuck out the most was a large, plastic-wrapped bundle of what was very obviously weed.
"So, uh, yeaaaahh, I swear it's medical, but you're not a cop, right? I promise I'll share since you brought the sugar." She danced around Aurora, slipping by her easily even within the tight space, picking up the bowl. "I got this recipe online. I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I've actually never had pot brownies before, and I thought it would be fun! You know, just trying new things!" Her shoulders wavered up and down with her words, her whole body gesticulating as she spoke. One hand wrapped around the spoon, stirring the half-made mixture.