"We're ho-ome," Cathy calls, cheerfully. She flutters in, gives him a quick half-hug, perches on the counter, and grabs a sticky bun.

This takes maybe, oh, forty five seconds tops.

"Welcome to our home!" She tells Cass, happily, holding another sticky bun towards her, but using it momentarily to wave at the small space as if it were a terribly grand mansion.