Lulu had been stretched out in front of a fireplace with a book. It was a very good book, and as such she'd lost track of almost everything - time, certainly, as well as her normal somewhat groomed appearance. Her hair was slightly tousled, and it looked like she'd laid on a rug all afternoon reading (which was precisely what she had been doing). Her sweater hung off of her shoulder slightly, and she hadn't bothered putting on a bra or pants. Miniver wouldn't care if she just wore panties, and neither would her husband.
But at the crash she stood up like a shot, leaving her book open to the page she'd been reading. If it was an intruder, she'd make quick work of them and return to her novel. If it was just something settling, the same situation would happen but with less physical harm. She strode into the kitchen, prepared to cast the spell at the intruder's feet. She gasped when she saw it was the younger Skwisgaar.
"You startled me," she smiled. The spell dissipated from her hand and she moved forward to help him with his parcels. "You've been busy."