"Maaaaara? Phoebe, your sister is a bad host."

Phoebe rolled her eyes and sighed. "She not going to come, just give up on that hope." The Romanian shook some of the excess water off and walked a few feet to a closet. For some odd reason, the Nights always had a few towels in the closet by the front door. They'd never needed them before, now they were coming in handy.

"Here." She said as she pulled two towels out and threw one to Tara. "Dry yourself off before you step on the carpet." She paused for a moment as she realized what she had just said. "Screw that. You don't even need the bloody towel. You just want to give my sister a hard time." She shook her head at the older mutant and rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot, you know that? "

She tried to get as much water off herself as possible, but found she absolutely failed at this. The purple-haired girl glanced at her best friend and raised her eyebrows. She made a 'Well?' gesture and waited for the older girl to use that nifty power of hers and pull the water from the clothes. "Well?" She asked, voicing the very gesture she had just made. "If we want to go anywhere, we'll have to be dry. I'm not getting yelled at by Florence for dripping on the expensive carpet she just cleaned. Seriously, you thought I was a neat freak? Where do you think I get it?"

Phoebe started towards the kitchen after a few moments, expecting Tara to follow. She threw the towel on a bench near the kitchen and walked in to find herself face to face with the chef. "Pierre! What's on the menu today?" She asked in french, knowing that the man would be making something she liked (on account that he liked her better than her bitch of an older sister.) He rattled off a few foods and Phoebe grinned. When she saw Tara emerge from the hallway, she turned to introduce the two. "Pierre, this is my best friend Tara. Tara, this is our chef, Pierre."

((OOC: You know you like it. XD Um.. yeah.. so you can have frenchboy ask her if she has any requests or anything. Or preview the soup! XD Yay soup!))