[ action; February 13th, evening || LOCKED TO PSIIONIIC ]
[ It's been so fun, getting used to their new kitten-y bundles of joy, that Milla's barely thought about the roses that appeared on their mantel just the other day. Sure, they're weird, but they smell wonderful and it's really no cause for concern, is it?
In the meantime, after a day of being left to herself at the house (she's still in recovery from her injuries and thus on a medical sabbatical from the salon) while Psii works at the bank, she's ready to settle in and greet him with a smile and a nice home-cooked meal. It's a bit late, so their drone children are already in bed; in the meantime, she's made orange chicken, since he's so fond of that particular taste and the mountain of oranges he's bought does need depleting. She sets the little vase of roses in the center of the dinner table, just to add a nice touch.
When the door opens, she looks up, smiling. ] Darling! Welcome back. Did you have a nice day?
[ action; February 14th, afternoon, around Mayfield || OPEN ]
[ So you might see Milla - looking more than a little perplexed - rolling around Mayfield in her wheelchair today, a bouquet of carnations settled in her lap. Sometimes without actually touching her wheels. Greet her Y/N? ]