It was nothing short of neuclear war as the little demoness strutted into that of the kitchen to her brother's family home. Hopefully this won't be a repeat of the garden with her rain of fire but well, who knew at least with her. A smile etched on the pink haired female's lips as she started by pulling out cookbooks and heaping them upon the small island in the kitchen.

Her small form curled up into a ball as she started reading. An apron pulled on over the silken skirt she wore. The black haltertop she had on did nothing if not shove her breasts out all the more what amount she had though. But mostly she was not one to be narcissistic. Instead she was she was always oblivious to her apperance.

A few of the kitchen staff were eyeballing her as she sat there humming and putting post it notes on pages in the book. A few approached her, "Miss can we help you?" A hesitant female asked to which her attention shifted to the woman and again that gentle smile worked it's way onto her lips. "Not really, I'm trying to figure out what I want to make for my dinner party with Aria." She murmured softly so as to not scare the other woman, at least not yet.

"We can make it for you!" She quickly offered to which Salome shook her head, "No, I promised a cooked by me dinner. Now...Where are things?" She asked as she finally slid off the stool and put her hands on her hips. They looked even more warily at her to which she almost giggled, they would be chasing her out of the kitchen soon.

"I need the table set for two, pretty service please." She murmured and marched for the icebox to raid it and see if she could get what she needed to make her food. At that point Andras appeared with her music box and her loud rock started playing throught the kitchen. Pink hair twisted up into two pig tails up atop her head before she started trying to follow the cookbooks.

Grabbing salt instead of cinnamon to start with she sprinkled it into her croisants. Her hips swayed to her music as she started taking eggs and putting them in a bowl to crack them and whip them up into a light frothy shell laden mess although she thought she was whipping the eggs for her sweet bread. The staff were now watching in horror as she darted here and there gathering, mixing, not catching simple rudamentary things.

Perhaps she really should have listened to Tara when she offered to teach her and not tried to blow up the kitchen. Again the hesitant female staffer approached her, "Please miss, let us help or make it. The Aria lady doens't need to know..." She was all but begging watching as Salome plopped down with a kabob stick impaling a steak and had the stove on low and was grumbling about how long it was taking.

"No,I wanna do it! How the hell do you get this to cook faster!" She all but growled her attention on the steak on a stick she was trying to make. It was evidently going to be a late dinner. Salome thought to herself with a sigh. This was just taking soooo long, and she wanted to get other things done besides this.

((This is a little later in the day than when Alidia has arrived in Another New Adventure, although that storyline is still progressing.))

The room was her. It was the best description she could make of it. Walls of pastel yellow with the faintest lace pattern in a darker gold caught the cheerful sunlight that streamed through the windows. The bed in the midst of the room was covered by a thick and fluffy white duvet and a mound of multiple pillows of different sizes and shapes. Sheer curtains added to the serene atmosphere as the barely opened curtains caught the light fabric and tossed it gently with a cool breeze.

All of the bedroom furniture was a beautiful deep mahogany. Two mirrors graced the room, one above her dresser and the other above her wide vanity. Her fingers itched to fill the bare vanity top with her favorite lotions, creams and cosmetics. She could go shopping! It was almost as if someone had designed this room for her that knew her tastes intimately. The door behind her opens and she catches a quick glimpse of a female maid behind her, though the maid gives an apologetic smile and backs out again. Ali shakes her head and waves her forward. The girl is obviously hesitant to do so, but comes in with Ali’s luggage after Ali bids her to enter again.

”It’s alright, I was going to go back downstairs and find a drink anyway.”

As she walks back down the hallway, she frowns when she realizes that she had not even looked at the closet. She almost stops and turns back around, but the maid would try to leave again and Ali didn’t want to talk her back into staying again. She sighs as she continues on downstairs. She and her closet would bond later, as she graced it with her collection of shoes.

She moves through the downstairs of the house, weaving through the rooms that were even out of her way just to see if she could find anyone occupying them. No such luck tonight. They all seemed to be doing their own thing for right now. She shrugs and heads towards the kitchen with a loose plan of convincing one of the kitchen staff into making a blender full of margaritas.

It was the worried look of one of the kitchen girls that brings her to a halt. She leans in through the doorway and finds… someone she didn’t know. Her lips part as a slow breath draws in across them. She, of course, felt a kinship with all of the blood Desiderios. But whoever this was bustling around in the kitchen smelled like Morlis. There was a familiar feeling of her creator’s presence in this woman. Ali slowly realizes that this must be one of Morlis’ daughters… Salome or Carese.

Though she eventually becomes less concerned of the woman’s identity and more amused at her particular cooking style. She surmised that this Desiderio daughter was trying to prepare a meal for someone else. Who as she trying to torture? Ali’s laugh is covered by a cough into her hand as she pushes from the doorway. The jean clad, petite though made taller by high heels, brunette crosses across the kitchen to assist/get-a-better-look-at Salome.

“The best way is to allow the kitchen staff to prepare it.” No, there was no way she could keep the amusement out of her voice. The same female staff member walks up behind Ali and gives a quiet nod, seeming excited that she had someone else behind her cause now.

Eyes narrowed as she heard clicking of heels and then the spoken words. "NO, damn it I said I'd cook and I'm gonna, would you get me the peanut butter? I heard Peanut oil helps things cook faster." She waved a hand and sighed flipping the steak on a stick over.

A lack luster almost grumbling rant departed her lips as she drew her legs up showing hints of the sky blue panties she had under her short skirt and apron. Her attention was never one of the most consistant thigns which was why it was hard for her to want to sit still long enough to focus. The 4'10 frame remained on the stool flipping the steak on a stick periodically even as she got the most bizzare looks from the kitchen staff.

Blissfully ignorant that everything she was making was well not quite as the books intended. The eggs had had whip taken to them and were now broken and shelly for the croissants, the bread had been beatten and laid there flat as a pancake. She'd put baking soda in instead of yeast as it had said it was for baking.

And with the way she was getting nagged, looked at she certainly hoped that Aria appreciated all her hard work to put up with such criticism for her. A sigh was given as she pulled a flour coated hand through her pink bangs to shift them out of her face. "This is soooo boring.." She lamented her tail slowly forming from her spine and seemed to form out of her skirt as if a hole was cut there instead of hiking it up on her ass.

Still loud rock music played on throught the kitchen and her one eye remained on the strange new female in her area as she wanted to call it for the time being. The tone of her made her bristle a little bit, damn it they needed to stop picking on her. "I said to Aria that I was going to make it so I'm going to and if they keep hassling me to do it i'm going to fire them all and I don't mean a pink slip!"

The small Mistress of the corner growled eyeballing all the kitchen staff as a fireball formed in her one hand which brought a scream and some of the more weak at heart staff made a run for it. "Great... Now their gonna go tell Sarine.. Or Tonio.. And I'm going to have them in here picking on me too. Could this possibly get any worse!"

Her bottom lip pooked out as she absorbed the fireball and propped her elbow on her rised knee. Her other leg allowed to dangle down the stool where as her fist went under her chin and she again flipped her steak on a stick wishing already this dinner thing was over. Damn it!

A glimpse of sky blue panties has Ali’s eyebrows lifting just a bit. She as intrigued by this short woman’s colorful appearance. One couldn’t help but admire Salome if one was an appreciator of pretty things, and Ali definitely was that. She swallows and watches the back of Salome’s head since the lady really hadn’t turned around as of yet.

“Unless this Ari is your pet dog or something, I do not believe she would appreciate a peanut butter steak.”

And then there was movement over the lady’s behind. Ali began to swat at whatever creature was assaulting this short woman. Her hand had risen above her head, angled to come down with a resounding slap right on top of Salome’s ass. Then the form became much more defined and emerged as a tail. She froze in place and watched that tail sway back and forth, almost as if she were being slowly hypnotized by it.

The pretty thing in front of her seemed to get even more intriguing by the minute. Even if she did seem a bit irritable right now, like a kitten that had been dunked in water.

Ali moved forward and began to investigate the progress that Salome had made so far. The smile that spread across her lips would not be denied, but still.. Ali managed not to laugh aloud. She reaches over and turns up the heat on the stove top.

”That should speed the process along but really,” She gestured to the ball of flame in Salome’s hand. ”That will cook it much more quickly than this stove will. You can grill the steak over an open flame. I prefer it that way.”

She suddenly realized that her suggestion could be a bit dangerous for someone that was obviously demonstrating a complete ignorance in the preparation of food area. She almost thought to show the imp how it should be done, but decides that whatever conclusions Salome would draw would be much more amusing.