The few staff that her family had was busy cooking and cleaning as Earth worked on her writing in the parlor. Never one to settle on writing in just one spot of the house, she could have been in the greenhouse if she pleased.

So when there was a scratching at the door, it peaked her curiosity enough to call out that she would get it, finish her thought on her notes as quickly as she could, and briskly heading for the door.

A smile was bright on her face, her typical feature. So whomever was at the door would see a friendly face to greet them. But when she did open the door, her gaze went from her eye level to downward as she suspected perhaps a child had knocked. But nope. It was a... fancy cat?