Irene opened the door and glared like a bear that had been woken in mid-hibernation before standing aside and letting Hunter inside. "How'd it go? And if you stepped on my plants, you're dead. Like, in the ground. I live on those. Sleep anywhere, by the way. Except for my room. I don't want your sans-deodorant male musk stinking up any more of my house than it is already." She brushed off her apron and checked the water bucket, then looked outside at the sky. It would be light soon. 

"Don't rip each other to shreds while I'm weeding and watering," she added. Irene wanted to make it as obvious as possible that if she was going to have guests, she was the boss.