"Okay." She smiles easily (always has) and leads the way back to her home. The door is standing open, which may or may not mean anything, and it's not until they get inside that the reason stares them in the face.

Almost literally.

There's a gift basket on the counter and a kitchen full of dishes and cups and everything that she was planning on shopping around for in the morning.

The basket is, thankfully, only full of golden apples, and a note from her mother. Which turns her cheeks red and is stuffed into a jeans pocket.

"Well," Eirene sighs after a moment. "At least thats one thing off the list."