The Players: Raven and Charles What: Hair brushing, cupcakes and boy talk Where: Raven's newly acquired room, the Manor When: Shortly after the relevant conversation Rating: PG-13 at worst. The term groovy is used. You have been warned.
Raven was taking everything remarkably well, considering she had just walked straight from her bedroom into the bathroom, and had instead found herself in the kitchen of a house she did not recognise. Quite a big part of her had wanted to freak out, to be honest. Yelling and screaming and slamming the 'bathroom-to-kitchen' doors seemed like a remarkably good idea to her, actually, but after a short conversation with an incredibly sweet woman (who seemed all to acclimatised to random strangers popping up unannounced) Raven decided that perhaps it wasn't such a smart plan. What would it solve, after all?
In hindsight, baking was a much better coping mechanism. Freshly showered, wrapped in a bathrobe with initials that weren't hers and curled up on a couch with a tray of overly iced and overly decorated cupcakes, Raven couldn't help but applaud herself on her restraint. Charles would be so proud if he could have witnessed her triumphant lack of meltdown that afternoon. She did wonder vaguely why everyone seemed so comfortable with the situation at hand. After all, surely it wasn't every day that someone for all intents and purposes just waltzed on out of a pantry. She wasn't ungrateful, by any means. Arriving without any form of possessions - purse included - didn't exactly lend itself to being able to front cash for a bed and breakfast stay. It was just that everyone seemed far too comfortable with the strange goings on. She'd have to mention that to Charles.
Speaking of whom, Raven got up to peer out of the window and have a brief look around for any sight of her brother. It wasn't that she was impatient, it was just that...she was impatient. It had been a very long day for her without the added benefits of being 'thrown into another reality' or whatever it was that was actually going on in the strange place she had landed. All she wanted was to sit on the couch, have Charles brush her hair while she ate cupcakes, and maybe whinge until she got all of the awful feelings related to Hank off of her chest. Figuring out what was going on in Red Oak was a challenge for another day. Today, Raven just needed to unwind.