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Mordred was leery of any and all persons that were not Pietro or Arthur. But, if Arthur said that this mystery person was to be trusted- Mordred would. If JUST for Arthur's sake. And also because Arthur said they could cook and after several nights of take out and their combined attempts at cooking, she could do for something not hamburger helper or a microwave meal.

Even if she had a certain fondness for late night post senshi patrol midnight microwaved taco bell.

Still, Arthur spoke like this Cassian was nice and, well, Mordred was holding out judgement until she could determine just how she felt about this so called 'cook'. Dressed in her own festive sweater and cradling a mug of hot choco in her hands, she remained by the hallway, eying the door like it could at any moment, be broken open under attack.
"Your directions are usually good."
A sip of the choco.
"Usually."

Most of the doors in the house were kept open and unlocked simply because Arthur couldn't open doors most of the time if they were knobs and had more than on occasion locked himself in a room calling out for his daughter to free him. He swore he'd need to order some door stops to keep them open permanently - aside from his daughter's room who seemed to love keeping it closed sometimes.

The front door however had a long tassel that he could pull, allowing him to pull it open. Locking the front door was done with an app on the computer or on their phones if they decided to go out. It was the little, ingenious inventions human-kind made that was actually very Mauvian friendly that he appreciated.

Rushing to the door, he licked his tail to make sure it was proper because they hadn't had guest in - well, probably forever, and reached up to pull with his teeth on the door tab.

As he did, he spit the tassel out and beamed at him. " Meow...Meowwww...." He glanced quickly about the walkway to see it was clear of anyone else before smiling back. "The weather was starting to get bad again. I was worried you'd had an accident. I was about to postpone it all again. It's like Destiny wants to be the Artic these days. Do come in and warm up." He jumped up to press both paws on the door to slowly shut it and then moved beside Cassian. "I can show you the kitchen."

"Hunny! Our guest is here! Do come out and say hello!" He called out as he lead Cassian past the living room and into the kitchen. If he looked, he'd notice there were 2 Christmas trees. One was nicely decorated and one - looked a bit torn up and was missing more than a few decorations.

"I would have texted you an update but well....don't text and drive," Cassian felt a bit bad for making Arthur worry, but he was hoping he'd brought enough with him to perhaps buy a little forgiveness. "I would have left you know sooner if I wasn't going to make it, promise." He drew a cross over his chest with a finger as he followed Arthur towards the kitchen. The two trees drew a moment of pause, mostly because his house didn't have one at all, but he nodded, as if understanding, and continued on.

There was a small girl looking at him with a mix of interest and suspicion and Cassian waved one hand with a smile. "Hi!" he greeted cheerfully - perhaps too cheerfully. "Yep, your dad helped me out so I offered to come over and cook. Do you want to be my helper or just watch? I don't mind either way," he said as he set the three bags onto the counter and started to unload their contents. A couple of lemons, garlic, a few spices, and a finely wrapped cut of fish. A few vegetables also were unloaded. From another bag he started to unload a set of knives as well as a cast iron skillet. "I brought some of my own tools, just because they're what I'm used to using." he explained.

He wouldn't admit he was worried that they didn't have what he probably needed to work with.

"Nobody here is going to protest Mahi Mahi and roasted vegetables, right?" he asked as he unpacked the third bag - which was filled entirely with strange bags of food that were clearly just meant for munching on idly while he cooked. Squid jerky, dried seaweed, a few other things that would probably require a look at the label, and a tupperware that looked to be mostly filled with icing sugar. "I made some Loukomi before I came over. Feel free to help yourself to it. It's kind of what my family does at the holiday season." he explained as he cracked open the lid and popped one of the candies into his own mouth.

This guy seemed nice enough. He smiled and was polite and said sorry for being late. So far, Mordred was semi-impressed. Being polite went a long way. Plus- he brought the food with him apparently. That was enough to win over most 14 year olds.

"Dad helped yo- bullshit." She said, eyes darting to Arthur as he went to the kitchen, a tepid Mordred following the duo at the fringes, keeping her fair distance between herself and the stranger that was 'alright' so far. "Dad is a scaredy cat." She smiled, looking to her mauvian caretaker. It was teasing, and they both knew it. "He can hardly help himself out of a paper bag. I would know. He likes to jump in them." She didn't miss the offer to be a helper or just.
"... I'll watch though. I burn things." A lot of the time, (half the time roughly).

As Cassian set about his supplies, Mordred skirt around the kitchen, eyeing the various ingredients and cooking utensils. It all seemed a lot simpler than she'd anticipated. She'd been expecting some kind of fancy gadget with all those weird bells and whistles like they showed on the cooking shows she and Arthur sometimes watched, but the pans and things were fairly..normal.

The mention of something called Loukomi made her eyes dart to the man, glaring as if the very word he'd uttered was suspect.

One step closer. Then another. And another. And then like a child, she took a candy and without much hesitation plopped it in her mouth before slinking back, trying to not look like she was enjoying the sweet confection.
Or, she had been until Arthur called her cute and she sputtered, glaring at him.

She was not cute.