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Leading the other girl down past the training fields and into the town, America sometimes would taking dashing detours for puddle splashing and gate jumping, but for the most part was relaxed enough after the fight to simply walk and chat. She grinned at Heidi, nodding in pleased agreement, "It's a good thing to learn."

They entered a cul-de-sac and where many of the houses outside the small neighborhood might resemble a post apocalyptic movie set, Peach Tree Lane looked like something right out of a nice small town. At the end of the lane stood a white two-story, and seeing it, America took Heidi's hand and tugged it before sprinting toward the house just as the rain picked up and came thundering down on them.

Laughing up a small set of stairs and crossing the front porch, America unlocked the door for Heidi to go in, "Mud room's on the right!"

The mud room was particularly appropriate for the their situation, and America was stripping out of her clothes even as she walked in. "Got some fluffy robes if you want one, we can get your clothes washed and nice again while you're here."

"When you get as dirtied up as we do, gotta have a mud room." With easily cleaned mats, a washer and dryer, numerous boots of various purpose, coats much the same, it was a room of great purpose: keeping the mud out of the rest of the house. There was a sink beside the washer and once America was stripped down, she rinsed the worst of the mud off, talking all the while and preening at the compliment to her house.

"It's mine and Konstantin's, he's gone on a mission right now, but we worked together for months to get this place nice by the time I got promoted. Basic stuff while repairing the rest of the neighborhood during shift hours, and making it up special during free time." She beamed at Heidi, "Love having all the space and just doing what I want with it, feels especially mine, you know?"

Relatively cleanish, she grabbed a towel out of the dryer and began patting herself dry.

"I wish!" America laughed, "Most of my division work is cleaning up and repairing the town, so I'm as likely to come home dirty as clean. Makes having my own bathroom a hundred times more important, gotta say."

Handing Heidi a clean towel, she answered, "A few months, but mostly it was just me n' Kon working on it where we had a few hours to spare. I got started while I was intermediate, so it'd be nice by the time I got promoted and could put my name on the title."

She slipped into a white fluffy robe, and offered one to the blonde with a little shiver. "I'm thinking soup, how's that sound?"

"Yeah, we got it all hooked up before I even moved in," the redhead wiggled her eyebrows. "Perk of the job." She led Heidi through a parlour, full of windows and comfortable furniture, in it's own way bright despite the rainy weather. Through a narrow hallway beyond, they passed several doors and entered the kitchen, all wooden counters and rain beating on windows.

First thing America did was fill the kettle and set it on the stove. Digging through the cupboards, she began pulling down powdered cocoa, actual chocolate pieces, cinnamon, and little flavoring cups pilfered from gas stations around the world. As she worked, the girl chattered on, "So how long you been on the Island? I remember you a bit from here and there, but not much on the regular up til now."