Fortunately, Caro is an early riser even when not expecting company. She's just washing the breakfast dishes when she hears a knock at the door. A little earlier than she was expecting, but that's fine. She dries her hands and heads for the door, pausing only to call into the dining room, "Weyoun, they're here. Do you mind finishing the last of the dishes? I don't think they'll let me once they get started."
She feels a tiny bit bad about making Weyoun do dishes, but not very. She really doesn't want two week old dishes greeting her when she gets back.
She opens the door to find... Walter, actually. And then Garak lurking pleasantly a little ways away. The rest of the prep team is nowhere in sight, oddly enough. "Good morning!" She smiles brightly at the both of them in a way that doesn't pull at her scars too much. She uh, might have neglected to say anything to Garak about those.
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Date: 2013-08-02 06:45 am (UTC)She feels a tiny bit bad about making Weyoun do dishes, but not very. She really doesn't want two week old dishes greeting her when she gets back.
She opens the door to find... Walter, actually. And then Garak lurking pleasantly a little ways away. The rest of the prep team is nowhere in sight, oddly enough. "Good morning!" She smiles brightly at the both of them in a way that doesn't pull at her scars too much. She uh, might have neglected to say anything to Garak about those.