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[gonna_live]

It's a little after lunchtime when Kaylee presents herself at Sallie's front door with a toolbox and a folded-up apron.

Grease is ubiquitous, but apparently Kaylee thinks flour isn't. Go figure.

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[realmrsreynolds]

"Perfect timing," Sallie opens the door by way of a greeting. "We're going to do the crusts first. Dough's ready but I'm having the damnedest time rolling it out. Hello, dear."

Sallie steps out of her own way to hold the door open while Kaylee steps into the apartment.

"Oh good! You came prepared. I couldn't find my spare apron at home...besides, lace and ruffles don't work for you in the kitchen I think."

[gonna_live]

A little wistful: "They don't work for me so much at all. I'm in the wrong line of work for that."

She sets down the box. "So I'm rollin' things out?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"If you don't mind. I'll get to work on the apples while you're doin' so. Lots of slicing to do and all."

The apartment itself is rather compact in comparison to some of the other rooms that Kaylee may have seen in the Staff Wing at Milliways, but there's all that Sallie could need. The sleeping area is screened off to her left as she walks in, with the bathroom off in the right-hand corner and the kitchen taking up a good quarter of the remaining space at least, breakfast bar serving as half of Sallie's counter space with two lumps of dough set on wax paper.

[gonna_live]

"And peelin'," she says cheerfully, heading for the kitchen to wash her hands. "My mama used to make apple cake, and that was my favorite bit -- eatin' the peel. -- hey, I like your place, it's real cozy."