Naea applauded gently, Swedish meatball stirring utensil in hand at Kami's little turn on the catwalk that was her kitchen. "Very nice, Kami. As for those bars?" She grinned and thumbed over at the fridge. "I've already had two."
She shifted a little awkwardly in her t-strap shoes that matched her dress. The outfit ended up being a whopping $12.73 from a second-hand store up the street. The only thing Naea was concerned with was just how visible the tattoos on her back were. The angel wings, the Aum, an ankh, the hand of Fatima. Each one meant something to her, something of the soul, and each one she would get from here on out would be the same. The wings helped cover her scars from shards of glass, but those would forever pepper her back where no ink would reach. Someday, she would tell anyone who asked her story. Tonight, though, wasn't the time. Tonight, she just wanted to be pretty, to have fun, and wanted everyone else to have a good time as well.
Pru's entrance made her lift her head and she grinned. "I adore your dress, Pru. Thanks for taking Gypsy in for the night and for all your help." Blue eyes rested on Kami for a bit. "The both of you. I don't know why I felt the need to throw this together, but hey. Here we are." Linnaea smiled sweetly and turned her crockpot down on low. "Not sure who all is coming, but hey, if it's just us, that's okay, too."