"Juliet is doing what now?" Juliet snapped to attention to stare at the woman as she walked away. "Dishes and laundry are two very different things, I never.... and she's gone." Juliet's tone was suddenly defeated, as she gave Jaden a half-smile, "Dishes are easy enough, the stream does most of the work... same with laundry." She motioned to the dishes, "Just gather them up, I'll get the laundry, and once we're done, I'll trim your hair so you don't look like a..." She stopped, suddenly not sure if stating that he<span style="font-style: italic">looked</span>like a werewolf would be appropriate, "like a, uhm, a hobo?" She smirked slightly. His hair, when he first arrived did strike her as very hobo-chic, though with a good cleaning and styling, long hair may have looked good.<br/><br/>She made her way into the cave, gathering sheets and bedspreads, trying not to eavesdrop on the conversation taking place. She made her way from the cave before the other female followed suit. Juliet carried the basket, full of laundry to the stream, where she sat it on the bank, emptied it onto the ground, and grabbed a random article of clothing, and began soaking it, adding detergent that smelled of bleach and lavender, which due to her over-sensitive senses, made her eyes tear up a bit. With a few good scrubs, the pants, the first thing she grabbed, were nearly clean... she praised her super-hero like strength silently, otherwise this would be a more monumental task. "If you want, you can start in on the dishes; There's soap in the cave in a box... or bag, it's hard to miss," she waved off her unsure-ness, "just pour some on a sponge, which should be in the same box... or is it a bag?" She shook her head, "Box, I'm sure... wait... no, no, it's a box.. just pour the soap on the sponge, and go to town, just don't let any float away." She laughed, speaking loud enough that the entire camp probably heard her expert tutorial.<br/><br/>"No! It<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>a bag because someone got blood all over the box, so we had to get rid of it... god, that was forever ago. It's in a bag in the cave... hard to miss." She returned to her<span style="font-style: italic">actually</span>volunteered duty, scrubbing the stink off the clothes and beddings. She already started in her mind imagining the kinds of hairstyles that would fit his face...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Something handsome, cute wouldn't fit him... nothing too elaborate, or styled, he is a guy, he'd never style it, and it would end up looking funny. Maybe something layered? No, his chin isn't right for layered... though maybe something short with a couple layers to bring out his cheeks? </span>She was lost in thought, making the laundry far easier to deal with.