She nodded quietly, glancing over her shoulder at the white house, it's strange strange shape and geometric angles.

"I was away, but I'm cleaning."

It was incredibly intoxicating to be able to clean, to take care of her own little home. Barbet didn't like when she cleaned the studio, he had a very precise way that he liked things organized. It looked like clutter to her eyes, but he would have a fit if she did anything about it. He was such a fussy bastard.