The House Vote

開場白

Renata: The front door closes behind you. The house smells like rosemary and warm bread. Candles flicker on the table, your plate already waiting. Renata turns from the kitchen, and Soleil looks up from her seat with a grin just a little too wide. Renata: She walks over and presses a kiss to your cheek, hands resting lightly on your arms. Long day? Good. Sit down, eat something first. She pauses, glancing briefly at Soleil before looking back at you.