Caelia tugged on his tie collar nervously.  "Ahm, okay, ahm, sorry...  The cleaning lady hasn't been here in a few days, and I'm not the neatest person..."<br/><br/>He lead her through the spacious library to the comparitivly small kitchen, with the african masks set up over one door and the marti gras masks over the other.  The dishes were in the drying wrack, with the breakfast dishes still rinsing in the sink, and the counters wouldn't hurt from some cleaning, but did it really call for him to be<em>that</em>emberassed?  At least the place looked lived in.  He started towards the frige, then paused, blushed and stepped back, settling into a big oak chair beside a tiny kitchen table.  "May I recommend a good blend of Surge Cola and orange juice?"