As he expected she would, Emory decided to stay in the living room to clean. He had no problem whatsoever with that choice, in fact, he would have suggested it if she chose somewhere else to clean. All those glances to Wednesday's expanse of books were not missed by Prometheus' gaze. Besides, even just looking at the spines and what was written there would somewhat sate her thirst and curiosity, even if just for a short while. He wasn't about to let her get into them, however, not without Wednesday's word of saying she could. That was something he wasn's about to choose on his own, as he knew that some of those books were extremely rare, and ought not to be messed with.<br/><br/>So, he settled with cleaning the dining room, which was located across the main entrance from the front door, across the hall from the living room that Emory was cleaning. All around him was dust, dust, and more dust. He knew that Wednesday would be appalled that all of this had gotten that way if he woke to see it, which was why Prometheus was going out of his way to get it cleaned before the younger elf woke up. Housework was not his forte, that was for sure, but he still did his best, and his best was quite outstanding. Not before long, the wooden table, the chairs surrounding it, the woven carpet at his feet, and everything else within the room, (including the cabinet with rather fancy and unique looking silverware and tableware was kept) was cleaned.<br/><br/>He wasn't finished though, and after taking a quick glance towards Emory, who was still slowly dusting the bookshelf, a grin on his face forms as he turned away, heading into the kitchen to start there. He'd seen the two glowing eyes peering out at Emory from beneath the colossal bookshelf, but apparently, Emory hadn't spotted that yet. She would soon enough, the creature was getting a bit bolder, not quite as scared as it had been before when they'd first come barging into the house earlier. But it was not a dangerous one, so he was sure the girl would be able to handle it.<br/><br/>And handle it she would have to soon, as little by little, a small black nose came creeping out from beneath the darkness provided by the bookshelf, sniffing at the air that surrounded it. Not soon after the nose, a tiny face came along with it, with huge green eyes, and enormous oval ears held back slightly by the rim of the bottom edge of the spot it was hiding. Its eyes peer up at the stranger that had come into the house, tilting its head and blinking a couple of times, before stepping forward, one tiny hand like paw after another. It was a fluffy thing, with sort of striped pattern of browns, blacks, and white. And size wise, it was extremely small, no bigger than seven or eight inches at most, not including the fluffy tail that could be seen, which was on its own at least the same size, if not longer than the body.<br/><br/>Coming out completely, it sits on its back legs, looking up at the girl that was cleaning, tilting its head to the side in a curious manner. Shuffling slightly, it reaches up and runs its front paws over its face a couple of times, before reaching out and clinging onto the girl's leg, climbing up it, moving fast for one its size. It comes to a stop clinging onto Emory's back, hanging on with tiny fingers, sniffing at her scent. From the doorway to the dining room, Prometheus watched, amusement in his eyes as the whole thing took place.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"That is a Ceskypin, completely harmless. It seems to like the way you smell, normally they run away from strangers."</span>Prometheus steps forward and into the living room with her, the Ceskypin eying him carefully with that wide gaze it had. When Prometheus stepped closer, it held on tighter to the back of Emory's shirt, pushing its face into her back and hiding its eyes, almost as if to not see the Fire elf any longer, which made him chuckle softly.<span style="font-style: italic">"It's a young one...and it has taken a shine to you. You should keep it around, they are good luck if they choose you."</span>He stretches his arms above his head, taking a deep breath before sighing deeply. It had not taken long to clean the kitchen either, and the only other rooms on this floor were the bathroom, and that was sealed off to the elements and he was pretty sure Wednesday had a cleaning spell going on it, and the first of five studies/libraries in the place, which was set to only be accessed by Wednesday.<br/><br/>For now, he thought it would best to take a break, they had been at it for about two hours now, and if he were honest with himself, cleaning bummed him out. And so he takes a seat in one of the individual armchairs that was set somewhat diagonally to the couch that Wednesday was sleeping on, leaning back a bit so he could get comfortable. [/i]"Let us take a break. If you would like, you can go and see the other rooms in the house, but I advise to not go past the fourth floor without me there with you."[/i] With that he closes his eyes, deciding to take a nap while he relaxed.