"That smells amazing," Carys called, bare feet padding down the wooden stairs. She rounded the corner, wet hair bouncing as she went. The sitting room gave way to an expansive kitchen and dining room, awash in natural light. Crisp white wood, granite, and black trim gleamed bright. 

At the stove, Audrey was bustling over a pan, the source of the aforementioned delicious smell. The dark woman looked up with a grin, shaking her head.

"It's just grilled cheese."

"And it smells [i]divine[/i]. Please tell me there's some for me."

"I'm not so cruel as to deny a woman grilled cheese," Audrey intoned, turning off the gas to the stove and bringing the pan around. Carys seated herself at the counter, dropping her hands to her chin. 

"You are an angel," Carys grinned as Audrey plated the sandwich and slid it towards her. "Seriously, hallelujah and all that."

"For a sandwich?" Audrey snorted, clearing up. Carys was too busy eating to respond, delighting in gooey cheese and crisp, buttery bread. This was proof that the world was kind and good.

"Yes," Carys said finally, leaning her head briefly against Audrey's shoulder. "Thank you. I'm sorry my boxes are still in the way. I'll get them sorted today."

"I'm in no rush," Audrey assured.

[I]Shut up and dance with me![/i] trilled suddenly, breaking the silence. Fishing her phone out her back pocket, Carys opened the text, grey eyes scanning it quickly. Her lips curved into a grin, thumbs dancing in response.

[Right]thanks for the info!! (: and could u maybe come by today??? I offer food and beer in payment.[/right]

"Mind if Chase comes over to help me get those boxes cleared?" Carys cocked her hsad to one side, grinning. At the look on her roommates face, the grin turned to a frown. "Okay, so what's the deal? I mean, he's kind of awkward, but it's fumbly-cute, not 'going to wear my skin' creepy awkward."

"Look," Audrey began delicately. "I'm not saying there's anything to worry about. I'm not saying don't be friends--there's just...rumors, about them. And I know that rumors are 90% bullshit--"

"What kind of rumors?" Carys interrupted, impatient.

"Just...whispers. Their lot, they keep to themselves, out in the woods. People go missing out there. Not a lot, just...enough."

Carys cocked a brow.

"So...being reclusive and living in a sketch place is a bad thing?" She quipped with a laugh, shaking her head. "Shit, that was me in New York."

"I know, it's probably nothing. Just--just be careful, Carys."