Alexkay smiled lightly at the woman that she just met today. "That would be best." she said with a little jump as it was odd hearing a knock on the door. Most of her guest would be at the back door with the doorbell as the upper floor of the house was her apartment. She bounce kind over to the door and open it. "Hello again Layla please come in." she said as she turned back to Asami. She looked at the one in her hand.<br/><br/>"That one I craved out of a block of wax. Most of them are hand made other are poured into moles and let harden. But you could say it was kind of the say for that one. I won't board you with the details I could talked about it forever. I get worst than a old lady rambling on about her cats." she laugh lightly as her mind shifted to the painting that was sitting and waiting,  "Would either of you like a drink?" she asked.<br/><br/>She gently folded her hands looking at some of the panting on the wall. As her mind was going on and on about the mission but yet she wanted nothing more than to sit and do her craft. To get knee deep with wax a light shiver over took her as her mind quickly shifted to her last session with Skuld. She was too good toward Alexkay. Still had the small collection of obituary pages, still in it frame and hanging in her living room. It was a small comforting passage that if she need anything tell Skuld anything she knew that she would be took care of.  Though, at the time she didn't see the need to for the treatment that her best friend got her but looking back it made all the diffrence in the world. If it was not for the treatment she wouldn't had been able really sit and talked to Joseph. She remember the night she told her best friend about her childhood nightmare.