Welcome to Gaia! ::

The fact that the message would arrive at a time when America would be home was not by coincidence. Mimsy had been very carefully 'observing' her at the greatest possible distance for a brief time now, which had already resulted in several full pages in her pocket moleskine notebook. The information was of immeasurable convenience for things such as tea parties - which was probably the most innocuous thing that she would ever use it for.

She had been entirely honest in the message: the kettle was on to boil, and her tins of tea were stacked into small, organized piles next to two teacups on two saucers, awaiting her guest. Though they waited patiently on the table, she waited patiently by the door, standing in silence as she stared at it in anticipation of a knock.

As much as she tried to imply otherwise, it was fairly obvious as soon as she opened the door that Mimsy had prepared for this moment. There was nothing casual about any of it, down to her appearance - she had taken time to ensure a particular image, and was meticulously kempt from head to toe, differing from her typical approach of caring only about her hair being braided. Her dress had even been acquired specifically to be worn no earlier than this occasion, but she drew no special attention to that fact.

"Hello," she greeted her, wearing a pleasant smile as a finishing accessory. Her eyes wandered briefly towards the tin in her hands before she stepped aside to allow her room to walk through the door. "Please make yourself comfortable. Are you well? I hope that you have had no difficulty moving into your home - and that you have preserved some of your appetite, so you might assist me in depleting the excessive stock of cakes that I have created."

The tin was accepted with a polite and gracious nod, and Mimsy held it in both hands without making any motions to open it--yet. It was probably only a matter of time before curiosity got the better of her, as it always did.

"Thank you." She smiled a bit wider in return, though still not nearly as charismatic as America, and temporarily released the tin with one hand to curtsy. "You also look quite nice, as always."

Once she'd closed the door firmly behind her, she crossed the room to place the tin on a table that was spread and set for two, but remained standing for the moment. It was pleasantly surprising to learn that she trusted her in the event of a less-than-conscious state, especially within the boundaries and confines of her territory. Truly, America had an impressive knack for reminding her that she was not the threat that she so often perceived her to be.

"Yes, I will carry you home. Or you are welcome to rest here, if necessary," she readily assured her, head tilting to one side. "Are you venturing to Russia upon your next leave, or will you be temporarily relocating to an outpost there?"