The first thing Ashelia does is look around, nose wrinkled in distaste, for that godawful cat. The second thing she does is push her things on the counter closer together, to take up less space. Not that the counter wanted for space ever, but she is still technically a guest here.

"Nonsense. I anticipate enough salad for the next day or so. If you'll wait but a moment, you'll save yourself a trip."