Cissie shook Claire's hand firmly, careful not to dislodge the bowl she was carrying. It would be a tragedy of intense proportions if the bowl of soon-to-be cupcake goodness were to break, after all. Or, well, if not exactly a tragedy, it was close enough in her mind.

"Oranges I can handle," she said cheerfully and went over to poke around in the fridge. "Yep, Kon's one of my best friends. Of course, last time I saw him he had the whole leather jacket and earring thing going so don't ask me when he stopped with that, but yeah."

She paused to do some searching, moving around a few things. "Ooh, we've got a whole bunch in here. How many do you need?"