A brief knock on the door interrupted whatever Shae had been about to answer but, before either could make a move, it swung open to allow Kami's entrance into the esteemed bachelor pad. "Hello, sugar!" she called as she caught sight of Shae and his guest, dinner already started. "I'm sorry I'm late. I had to finish these up properly. I wasn't about to half-ass the dessert portion of the program. Not with a new neighbor to impress." The curvy brunette turned her mega-watt smile on Cara, acknowledging the other woman's presence with welcoming warmth. There was a definite feeling of honest joy radiating from the grin and Kami herself seemed set on bringing the sunshine indoors, complete with a wardrobe reminiscent of summer - a little wrap skirt in some lovely gauzy blue print, a pale grey ballet top, and heeled sandals. Her hair was barely pulled back in a low knot at the back of her neck, curls escaping to frame her face. If she was at all abashed in the difference of their clothing for the night, no one would have guessed. "You must be Cara," she continued. "I'd totally wave by my hands are full." She raised the covered dish in her hands as proof. "I'll be right out. Promise."
Clearly familiar with the lay-out, Kami disappeared into the kitchen. Cara and Shae listened to her rattle about for a few moments and then she emerged once more. Somehow, she was balancing the dish with one hand while the other kept hold of a filled bowl and an opened bottle of beer. Her tongue stuck out the corner of her mouth in concentration as she made the trek across the carpet and then, ever so carefully, crouched to settle the dish on the coffee table. Heaped high on the white china, the freshly baked pecan bars smelled better than they looked.
Kami glanced at how the other two were seated and then grinned again. "Oh, Shae," she laughed. "I should've brought a chair, too, huh?" Without waiting for an answer, she scooted around the coffee table to stand opposite Cara, near Shae, giving her the best view of the new face. She paused to deliver the briefest of kisses to Shae's cheek, nothing flag-raising or improper. Then she kicked off her heels and, not hesitating for a moment, sank down to the floor into a graceful, easy Indian position. Practice had made perfect; the skirt remained decent and covering without the slightest flash of even upper thigh. She cradled the bowl in one hand, the other retrieving her spoon. "I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself." She smiled warmly, not really too apologetic. "I'm Kami, six-oh-seven, and I brought the promised dessert."