While Serge went to work on replacing the lock, she dashed off to her room to change.  She ended up in a pair of capri length leggings and a thin strapped camisole tank top.  She chose one with a built in bra since she had company.  She shoved her sore feet in a pair of bright purple fuzzy socks.  She heard the door close firmly and headed out of her room to see Serge headed to the kitchen.  She let him go as she opened the bathroom door to grab a couple of makeup remover wipes starting the process of taking off the layers of makeup.  

She raised an eyebrow as he told her the guys from upstairs had dropped off another bag of food.  "Ok, remind me not to have Jesus the professional chef grocery shop anymore.  I have a house full of ingredients, and nothing resembling food."  She teased. 

As he settled in on the couch with his laptop she scooped up the pile of fresh towels laughing at his comment.  "Well ya know, [i]I[/i] don't have a problem with it, but I am thinking the proud new Papa might." She told him over her shoulder as she headed to the bathroom to put the towels away.  She left one hanging on a hook on the back of the door for him.  

She reached over to the side of the couch grabbing one of her project bags and sighed.  "Tea sounds wonderful actually."  She said as she curled up on the edge of the couch tucking her legs underneath her while riffling through the bag to find a bobbin with black thread.  She measured it out using her arm to judge length.  She trimmed the thread and deftly threaded a needle before pulling out some blank fabric already in a hoop. She had been itching to start a new project, but had lacked inspiration.  Serge had provided that.  

She opened her phone and flipped through some files before settling on what she was going to do.  She glanced over at Serge as she started working tiny hatch marks across the fabric, her fingers moving deftly.  If he were to look right now it would look strange, It was nothing more than a line of //////// marks, but all were tiny and even. 

"So as much as I am [i]supposed[/i] to do tomorrow I am seriously considering a mental health day.  I am mentally exhausted."  She finally admitted.  That was hard for her.  She prided herself on being able to handle just about anything that came her way.  Today however had thrown her for quite a loop.  "I mean laundry obviously needs to be done, and I should probably dust something before the rabid dust bunnies under the couch attack while our backs are turned, but aside from that, I don't plan on much."  

She reached the end of her row and turned back working her way to the left leaving behind tiny perfect X's in her wake.  She would ocasionally slow to watch Serge out of the corner of her eye.  She knew he was still observing everything, but he appeared so absorbed in writing his report.