[Pilouette is just donning her apron, having set all the ingredients out on her kitchen counter, when she hears a knock at the door. She scuttles over and opens it.]
Hi, you...uh, you must be Davesprite!
[He's a lot more...orange than she imagined. No, no, this is pretty normal considering, right? Yeah. Yes, of course. She offers her hand for a handshake.]
[Action!]
Hi, you...uh, you must be Davesprite!
[He's a lot more...orange than she imagined. No, no, this is pretty normal considering, right? Yeah. Yes, of course. She offers her hand for a handshake.]