[[Closed to J]]
Lavender isn't ashamed to be leading a boy--man?--alien?--back to her place at all. It's full of tapestries and fabric, a designing table, and a modest dresser with a sink basin and a chopping board. The knife is missing. Fabric is tossed about, but in a sort of...clean? manner. It looks amess but it looks like an organized mess, if that were to EVER make any sense.
"Take your shoes off," she says, pointing.
"Take your shoes off," she says, pointing.