"Oh alright. I'll go tell them you're here." Erika sighed as she rolled her eyes at her little-sister's last-second decision to nitpick with her crew, at the very steps of the house, despite this placing them at risk of being late. To her, it had felt like they'd been walking for hours, and probably wouldn't have minded [i]any[/i] small-talk with the crew, particularly any amusing stories of her sister.

The trio pretty much received a fully-articulate and verbalized reminder to not make a fool of her or themselves, and maybe -[i]just maybe[/i]- they'd get trusted with a mission that didn't grate on everybody's nerves. Afterwards, Mutan had swung the door open to reveal [url=http://www.bowa.com/wp-content/gallery/whole-house-design-build-renovation-in-potomac-md/grand-entrance-with-elegant-iron-railings.jpg]a foyer[/url] that fully appeared to be impossibly-bigger than the building itself, filled with close friends, relatives, and idle-servants lining the sides; wishing them all well.

Adria finally managed to find another servant willing to take her duffel-bag full of guns & clothing, which amusingly enough the heft did not appear to sway her in the slightest. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cR1eZ-WQ7U][i]Damn sturdy servants she's got.[/i][/url] the engineer thought to herself as she watched it effortlessly being carried up the staircase over her shoulder.

Isaac was watching too, but for entirely different reasons until Morty elbowed his side.

They were then greeted by the re-appearance of Erika from the left alcove, and told to quickly follow her back to the dinner-table for a quick bite to eat and to discuss their needs with the parents, who were casually having brunch amidst stacks of papers with a large manila folder being most prominent in front of them.