Neighborhood: EveMarie & Claire
Claire had been grossly sheltered growing up, hidden away from most of normal society and taught lessons that regular people would never even dream of. Her lessons from the Catholic Church never included underlying intent beneath streaming video and relaxing. So the young woman, dressed in a white fuzzy cable knit sweater and black leggings, rang the doorbell at Eve's with expectations of discovering a new television show or movie to enjoy.
"Hello, jellybean," she called out when she poked her head inside. "I come bearing cookies and frosting," the door was nudged closed with her foot, clad in well-worn blue plaid Doc Marten knockoffs. "I didn't have any apple juice, so I had to go to the general store. All they had were these huge two-gallon bottles. I'm guessing because no one wants to have to lug them around." Yes, the obnoxiously big juice jug was rather heavy, even for a woman at peak human strength.
"We're going to need some glasses." She struggled a bit to set the juice down on a table, sending the Tupperware containers that held the cookies and frosting tumbling with a clatter to the floor.