The door to house 267 swings open once Gale's presence is noticed, and a massive hand reaches through its slim frame, Gale is grasped like a bat shaped squeaky toy and pulled inside. Moving from the stuffy outside and into the comfortable darkness of her house is a bit of a shock, needless to say, but the wave of fragrances coming from inside only impact Gale more as she's catapulted into Ash's iron grip. Ash sits down with a tremendous thud, nearly knocking over one of the many vases within the house. Her arms are already tightly wrapped around Gale, as if to silently reassure her of her presence as the tremendous Gigan gets comfortable on the pile of blankets and pillows in the center of the spacious living room she calls a 'bed'. "Where were you all day?" Ash asks with her usual chipper smile "I was sleeping, yesterday really tuckered me out. I'm hungry." she continues, her train of thought jumping from one subject to the next at the drop of a hat. Whatever dim rays of sunlight dance off the glossy surface of Ash's rifle, which is in eighty separate pieces that make up the inner machinisms of the weapon.

On the five coffee tables, and three couches around Ash's sleeping pile are just endless pots, all of which hold exotic flowers of all kinds, and on the expansive cabinet beneath the window sill at the far end of the house are sun flowers, and lots of them. The tattered cloth barring the pair from the sunlight is draped over the sunflowers, situated by large bronze shell casings that gleam against the window. "I wanted to make some brunch, but the kitchen was messy." Ash explains, motioning to the cramped kitchen, which resides on the left side of the entrance. The tacky white counter which surrounds the tiled flooring of the kitchen is covered in plates, pots, pans, and glasses of all kinds, each of which remain unwashed. 

"Can we get brunch?" the childish Gigan asks, giving Gale an opportunity to respond.