Hold on to this lullaby; even when the music's gone

"I locked it to prevent anyone from breaking in," She says this as if it were the most normal thing in the world, as if anyone wanting to break in could have easily spotted the cracked window and do exactly what she had done.

There was a humming coming from the pack bond, a feeling of sleepy agitation that causes her to shift on her position but not enough to cause her to want to investigate the feeling. Instead, she is rolling the already made dough into balls to place them on the sheets, still content to tug the jacket he'd draped over her shoulders closer to her. She doesn't say anything when he steals the cookie dough off her tray, but the fact that there wasn't an even number irked her. So, instead of shoving it in the oven like that she snags one off the end and pops it in her mouth with a hum of happiness. "Will there be a next time?" She asks when Blake mentions it, curiousity in her tone as the cookies go in.

Just as she hopped up on the counter, her legs swinging and almost banging against the cabinets the door to the kitchen opens and she stiffens and her gaze slides towards the door to see a very under-dressed Frost come through.

"Claire- who is your friend--" That was a really good question and she shifts her body a bit as Frost leans against the counter, almost as if she were drawn to him, "Uhm, this is---" She frowns, looks at Blake and shrugs her shoulders, "Hi I'm Claire, what's your name?" Also something she says as if it were normal, she blinks in that innocent way of hers and slides her gaze back to Frost with a shrug. --and why is he in my home? This was a good question as well. "You are supposed to make cookies for people who do something nice for you, so that's what I'm doing," Probably the most she's spoken in quite awhile, her gaze shifting down to avoid eye contact and study her hands.

That soft drumming against the counter is enough to cause her to squirm before she thinks about her answer, but his command is clear and she is unwilling to disobey even with Blake's explanation. "I went for a walk--" Would he understand? "I may have tripped and fallen over and got all wet and then I found him and we went back to his house and I took a shower 'cause I was cold and wet and then we had steak and then I got dressed and we walked back here." A flicker of amusement crosses her features, "And he doesn't have sharp teeth, I checked," because her mother did tell her stories of humans and their sharp teeth. Which were lies. She had realise she'd been babbling and had shut her mouth, her lip pulled in to chew on as she debated the outcome.