Maurice
Marnie took time to look around outside just a little, not holding back from touching all of the statues she could. It was incredibly easy for her to get distracted, and placing her in an area with a bunch of things to look at was one way to do it. Her eyes sparkled with amazement, wondering how long everyone would be allowed on the island and if anyone *Had* To leave. She stepped inside past Sho, eyeing the double doors carefully and then the floor of the mansion inside. "It's so... Pretty."
Jamie
"I *Know,* Right! It's so much all at once. If you're staying a while longer, I could show you about!" *Sho quietly enters the manor's reception area, passing by the desk with a small smile. It seems relatively empty at the moment as most are out and about.* "Lemme take you to the kitchen so we can start on these apples." *The dull clack of Sho's boots reverberates through the halls. It's an oddly satisfying sound.*
Maurice
Marnie let out a little gasp of amazement, enthralled by just about everything. She dragged her hands over almost every surface she could get her hands on; desks, flowers, walls, statues, everything. It was so different, so much more ornate than her usual home in the gym in Galar. Her own boots, however much lighter, made quieter steps as Marnie followed along behind Sho. "I don't think I ever wanna leave."
Jamie
"Well ya gotta get fresh air somehow, ya goose." *Sho snickers as the two rush down the hall toward the kitchen. After he nudges the door open with his foot, he sets the baskets down on the counter top! From there, he gets to rinsing them off through the sink.* "Okay, first we gotta wash these guys—mostly just a rinse."
Maurice
Marnie huffed at being called a goose, catching up to Sho and almost sliding into him. "I'm not a goose. You're a goose." She dusted her hands off on her jacket, noticing they were probably not clean from touching so many things. Absentmindedly she closed the door so that she could stare into the reflection of the shiny doorknob. She was definitely not the *Ideal* Choice to bake with but wasn't like it'd go wrong at all.
Jamie
*Sho laughs again as he continues to wash the ingredients, placing the cleansed apples into a separate basket. He whistles away, gently tapping his feet as he belts out a tune.* "Mmmh, where's your proof, huh?" *One hand knocks on the countertop in tune with his foot.*