Marron opened the door and found Jenny standing there, face covered with...stuff. Her hair was pulled into a no-nonsense ponytail. In her hands were a thick ream of papers and a bottle of wine was tucked dangerously under one arm.
"Let me take some of that..." Marron said softly, grabbing the wine bottle and half of the papers. Gradually she saw Jenny's friendly face again, looking exhausted, but excited too.
"Please tell me you got the knife," Jenny said.
"I got the knife," Marron confirmed, stepping aside to let her in.
"Good! And I say this with love, but if you were still in 'will she or won't she' limbo, I was going to watch and drink the entire bottle."
"...are we that close already?" Marron asked, chuckling. She only felt a little bit insulted, but maybe that was normal between friends?
