So soft

With all that over, we teleported to the front gate and entered. Marg didn't teleport straight inside. Actually, she never did. I guess she was just being considerate. 

But this was our house and there was no need to be considerate- at least I felt that way. 

We went in, and the first thing I noticed was that there was some sort of fragrance in the air. 

Someone was cooking. 

'Wait, the guy did say there was food in the fridge.' I was so excited to shop with Marg that I forgot about this part. This whole house was literally stacked with stuff. 

We climbed the stairs and for some reason Marg's expression was blank. She was not in a great mood, no.