Abby was a little cheeped out by the amount of cat crap that was adorned in the little room. It would have been more adorable if it was in Mrs. Derbies house down the street from her parents home. She was a true cat lady, with cute little pleasant cats. I guess one town needs their resident cat person. Only I thought the starting age to collect was 65.<br/><br/>She looked at a nearby shelf as she made her way to the couch. She saw various types of books. Several romance novels were tucked between the laws of physics, how to dissect a frog and "chemicals can be your friend too." They were all squished between two little porcelain cats playing with a porcelain ball of yarn.<br/><br/>Once she sat down she looked over at Elizabeth with a sort of 'oh my god, you serious?" look. She turned to make a pleasant face when the older woman came back in the room. The tea smelled pretty good from afar. It mixed nicely with the Cinnamon potpourri. But when she tasted it, she had to take a moment. A weak agreement was forced upon her face. You have to be nice to your elders, no matter how much older they were. She also didn't want to piss of this woman. She did have the keys, and would be her 'mentor and helper' for the school year. She didn't want to go back home, she wanted to make it big here.<br/><br/>After gulping down the tea and letting the rest of it cool off in the cup on the table, next to a Yosemite Park coffee book, she turned her attention back to Ms. Conway. She wasn't sure what she had been talking about for the last minute, her mind was else where "And, that is what happens when you bake it at 500 degree's. A real mess, I swear. I couldn't get the smell out of the room for weeks. So, Abby, how are you finding the area? It is great, but you must be sure to keep your car parked in the allotted spot, you need to get a sticker for it, You can get that at the school, the student security sell those. But you must have it soon so you won't get towed. Then we must talk about a proper curfew. Though I don't much care for them, many of the parents of freshmen students absolutely want their kids to have them. And then you have to..." It seemed a lot for Abby to process. She just wanted to grab her keys and hide in her apartment.<br/><br/>She waited for the the litany of rules to finish before she ventured to ask a question. Once the older woman kept her mouth shut for more then 3 seconds she asked "So, what apartment will I be moving into?" The woman took out a little booklet from her side table that was obviously her go to table, for it had everything on it. Three types of remotes, a tv guide, a crossword puzzle and a romance novel. "Well, you can choose between a one bedroom on the 2nd floor, it has a nice view of the front. There is a 4th floor one bedroom that has a view out back. The 3rd story apartment has a fire escape out the kitchen window. It's kind of nice, I guess, if you like that sort of thing. I have seen people put their darned potted plants, but you need to keep it pretty clear in case of fire. I think that one is one story up from you isn't." She looked towards Elizabeth.<br/><br/>Abby looked at Elizabeth for a little guidance. "Well, if we could borrow the keys to all of them I wouldn't mind looking at them first." Ms. Conway grumbled a little and thought it over for a moment "Well, if you make it quick. Whatever you don't take, I will be handing out to the last two residence that are coming in tomorrow, so it's no big sweat off my back."<br/><br/>