Their house was, for lack of a better term, going to be fantastic and Helena was excited. "I like that." For some reason, she couldn't stop grinning. She was in a great mood, despite all of the things that should have been stopping that. Maybe it was just that she was actually going to be able to do something a little more hands on then what she had been given to do since her arrival here.
When Angelina disappeared around the corner, Helena went into the bathroom and changed into her new painting dress. There was nothing special about it. yards of light fabric sewn together to make the most simplest of dresses she had ever worn. But it covered everything that Helena believed needed to be covered and it was easy to move in.
When she emerged from the bathroom, her hair twisted intake quick and messy braid, sh went to one of the other cans to stir. "I am excited about this. Is that... strange?"