<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/144a/f/2016/179/9/f/llyra_whitebirch_by_jeflint-da80fm7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rose Dandy-Ba<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen --> Staging area --> Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open;<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The sudden appearance of the rodent might have surprised some of the folks in the villa, but even half asleep, Rose had heard the steps. She turned, red eyed and weary as well to her fellow tier. "'S not ready yet," she mumbled. It was probably more than ready for the others but Rose had a acquired a taste of the super potent type and her body for years had run on that and sugar to power her inventiveness. She shook her head and continued on her way of setting up lunch for the party. As she came half trotting, half stumbling back she slid to a stop by the coffee station. Sniffed at it and nodded. She poured a generous amount for herself and then for the Rein's gladiator. Scooting past the other fur without so much as dropping a drop she moved to the sugar, sipping and pouring sugar in until it was about half and half. With a final sip she sighed. "Perfect." She spent a few moments draining the liquid and then began to chitter excitedly to herself. She had so many things she needed to do today! There was the cleaning of the bathrooms, she had to dust the tall pillars, then there was the beating of the rugs.<br/><br/>She scurried around the kitchen at an increased speed seeming to forget Lamont was even there. It wasn't until she almost bumped into the taller fur that she rejoined the rest of the world. "Oh!Lamont!Hi!Whatbringsyouherethisearly?Lunchisn'treadyyet!" She set down her plates and smiled up at the bigger fur, shifting from one foot to the other. The jolt of coffee and who knows how many scoops of sugar having an immediate effect upon the hybrid. "Didyouwanttohelpwithlunch?Icouldusehelpputtingeverythinginplace.Thenweneedtogetthedrinksfromthecellar.RosewineforIzzy,MeadforRein,AleforOnxyandagoodstoutfortheAlpha.Canyoudothat?Doyouwantmetodothat?" She tilted her head to the side as she blasted on at a million miles an hour. She picked up the plates, still moving back and forth with her excessive energy. Of course the effect of that much on anyone who weighed fifty pounds on a good day was bound to be dramatic. She was a lightweight when it came to drinking as well. No matter how often Onyx steered her away from wine or anything else a glass was all it took to get the Fennmink huggy and cuddly. And she had surprisingly good grip strength for such a weak fighter.