Persephone was a good five minutes early arriving at the Quatre. She was eager to find out more about the newest member of the family and excited for the parents-to-be. This was one pregnancy where she was emotionally invested more than usual.
If Baby Summerby decided to be shy again tonight, Persephone had a few tricks up her sleeve. Or, more accurately, in her case. It was just a small bag with a few bits and bobs that might come in useful should she need to do anything beyond seeing whether the baby was a girl or a boy.
When Pandora opened the door to her, she beamed but waited until she was inside and had put the small case down giving her sister a hug. "How are you and the wee passionfruit doing?"