It is polite for there to be a knock, and thus there is in fact a knock at the door. It's rather higher than it should be, but this has more to do with Dream's not quite getting human heights without a reference than it does with anything else.
It doesn't mean Sallie was precisely expecting one, so when she answers the door and cranes her neck upward (she's not short, but Mal breaks six foot because of his father) there is a momentary startled look.
"Hello."
She recovers quickly enough, and stands to one side. "Please -- come in."
"Good evening, Sallie." Dream states, dipping his head and reducing himself somewhat. Unlike his Milliways aspect, Daniel is all white and green, no black or red at all. "I brought some fruit as well."
"Oh! Thank you so much; you can put it down on the counter. I'll set some water on."
The first floor of Sallie's house suits her life as it is rather well -- browns and greens and blues decorate most things within view, with all proverbial roads in said house leading to the kitchen. The only thing that breaks up the pattern to it all is the stray hat or audio chip Jack left on an endtable.
Sallie moves over to the stove, turning on the flame under the omnipresent tea kettle. "Does anything you brought need prepping? Cracking open or some such?"
Never hurts to ask, Sallie figures, pulling out a small bowl for Daniel's Dream's offering.
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It doesn't mean Sallie was precisely expecting one, so when she answers the door and cranes her neck upward (she's not short, but Mal breaks six foot because of his father) there is a momentary startled look.
"Hello."
She recovers quickly enough, and stands to one side. "Please -- come in."
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The first floor of Sallie's house suits her life as it is rather well -- browns and greens and blues decorate most things within view, with all proverbial roads in said house leading to the kitchen. The only thing that breaks up the pattern to it all is the stray hat or audio chip Jack left on an endtable.
Sallie moves over to the stove, turning on the flame under the omnipresent tea kettle. "Does anything you brought need prepping? Cracking open or some such?"
Never hurts to ask, Sallie figures, pulling out a small bowl for Daniel's Dream's offering.
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