While laughing and talking with the other girl's over dinner the dirty blonde noticed that the cook wasn't in her normal spirits. She seemed a little down. Green eyes circled the table curiously. Everyone was eating and having a good time, but she realized no one had helped bring out the dishes or picked up their own as they filed out. The food took on a sour taste in her mouth and she set down her fork unable to take another bite. Syd inquired about her appetite with worry distracting the psychokenetic from her determination to act on this. She followed the beauty's subtle flirting as though they were attached. It wasn't until the brunette closed her door that Casey's mind returned to her previous conviction.
With a quiet curse she raced down the stairs barreling into the massive kitch at breakneck speed only to discover she was too late. Black bondage pants clattered against each other as she pulled to a stop in her sleeveless pride top. "Oh... dammit!" Her face hung in disappointment, pink lips pinched. "I wanted to help you with the dishes. Sorry." Slipping her hands deep into her pockets she asked the sweet, maternal woman, "Is there anything I can do?"