Kate stood listening to Ami speak, “I met Gawain my first day in America actually when I arrived at the school. We have been great friends ever since.” She slid her arms into her coat despite the fact that she was more then a little wet. “He is actually my best friend here in the states.” Kate reached out her hand and helped Ami to her feet, “So are you a resident? Do you want to head to your room and change quickly? If not you are welcome to use something of mine.”

Up, she went.

Amelia scrunched up her nose, and let her head shake from side to side. "I'm not actually a resident," she said. She held the umbrella up over the both of them. "I just hang out here some days helping out in the library, or spending time with my Gawain."

Since she hadn't asked, she felt if fair to answer the unasked question. They call that preemptive measures in the military. "He's my boyfriend, after all." She smiled. "It actually surprises me I haven't met you yet. But then, he hasn't really introduced me to all of his friends..." She'd only just met Megan recently. And Twyla. And she didn't have anything warm to change into. Frick. Maybe she could steal something of Gawain's...

Interesting… Her Gawain. Kate was going to have to file that one away for later when she could make fun of him for it. Though she did have to stifle a little bit of a laugh at the thought that her best friend belong to anyone, let alone this young lady who seemed just as nice as can be. She seemed like a great choice for him even if it didn’t last forever.

“Oh well then I insist you use something of mine while we dry your clothes. I can’t have Gawain’s girlfriend running around the mansion all wet. We can have tea and watch a movie or something. I would love to get to know the girlfriend he has yet to introduce me to. I mean I have been back in New York since November.” Kate walked towards the glass doors of the kitchen side by side with Ami trying to fit both of them under the one person umbrella and brace herself for the air conditioning that she knew was on inside.

Using some of her clothes? She supposed that could work. They were practically the same height, after all (Kate being slightly taller). Amelia nodded.

And tea and movies? Getting to know her? Well, this had suddenly turned into an afternoon of fun.

"Sure," Amelia smiled.

When they reached the glass doors, she turned towards the rain, umbrella in-hand. "You go in first. I'll shake this thing out..." She said. She didn't think Kate would want it dripping all over the carpet, all the way up to the dorms.

“Alright I’ll start the tea.” Kate headed in without another word and made a bee line for where she kept her tea. She had placed it in a middle cabinet nestled safely in the back where it was less likely to be used over and over again. She had brought a rather nice tea set with her from England and preferred that it be reserved for just her if she could. She rushed around trying to make the tea as quickly as possible so she may get out of the wet clothes and warm up. It hadn’t been so bad outside in the 70 to 80 something degree weather but now that she was in the air conditioned mansion she was starting to shiver from the cold.

Kate could hear Ami enter a few moments after her as she was pulling out the tea pot and cupsand placing them on the silver tray, “What kind of tea would you like? I have an assortment to choose from.” She looked up into the cabinet to read off the different ones she saw, “I have black, white, herbal (OCC: don’t forget to pronounce the H), floral, green or a fruit flavor.” Kate turned back and crossed her arms pulling her shoulders up in an attempt to warm herself further while she waited for the pot to whistle.

Shake, shake, shake. Droplets fell from the umbrella, onto the ground. When she was satisfied, she folded and tied off the umbrella. Then, she carried it in with her.

That tea set sure was beautiful. And heh. HERBAL. With an H sound. So very British. And posh.

"Would that 'fruit flavor' happen to be lemon tea?" Amelia asked hopefully. "If not, I could go for some mint. Granting that Herbal," with a hard H sound. "Includes Mint. Otherwise, Black." My, that had been quite the list.

Amelia set the umbrella down by the side of the stove, then moved to rummage through the shelves of a cabinet for some cookies. Er. "Biscuits?" She glanced back towards Kate inquisitively, holding up a box.

Kate couldn’t help chuckle at Ami’s knowledge of tea, or lack there of rather, “Black it is then.” She reached into the cabinet and pulled out a tin of Twinings Darjeeling, “I find it terribly interesting how little Americans know about tea. I mean putting lemon in tea isn’t a terrible thing it is actually quite lovely, but it isn’t really tea if it comes already lemon flavored. Not real tea anyway. That would be something that was processed and flavored.” Kate opened up the tin and pulled out a small clump of leaves and put them into the bottom of the pot just as the kettle began to hiss, “Sorry if I offed but tea is a bit of a British staple I suppose not to mention it was a favorite of my mothers. I grew up drinking tea. She was actually the one that gave me this set when I moved to America.” She sighed at the fond memories of afternoon tea with her mother and smiled having let go of the sadness associate with the woman months before.

Kate couldn’t help but laugh at the use of the English term, “That would be lovly.” This time however she chose to leave her opinion on American choices alone instead of potentially offending the girl again. And thankfully for her, as if on cue the kettle started whistling. Kate lifted it without even a second thought at the heat it was permeating and turned off the burner. The last thing she wanted to do was risk starting a fire. She had enough of a potential for that without the use of a stove. She moved gracefully back to the waiting pot and poured the hot water in letting the steam warm her face and save her from the cold for a moment.

Heh. Was she getting reprimanded for liking lemon sweet tea? She couldn't help but shake her head with a laugh and play it cool. A lesser person might have gotten mad, but... well, how could one get mad at a friendly British girl talking about tea with a discerning taste and opinions? And her mother.

"It's okay," she said towards the cupboard. "My mom's a bit of a tea nut, too. But I usually stick to the sweet stuff, or green tea... I'm usually more into coffee." Her fingers found the box of biscuits and she jiggled it at Kate.

Kate agreed, biscuits 'yes'.

Amelia set the box down on the counter, then moved to get out a few plates.

"My brother is all about coffee. Kind of makes it hard to get into tea when Aurum's going gaga over the newest Starbucks blends. Or more accurately, crazy hipster stuff I don't even know about. He frowns on the pre-made, sugar-processed garbage too. So when he makes stuff, he usually makes it from scratch... which explains why his cookies are probably better than these 'biscuits'." Which were really just simple Milano cookies from a box.

The plates and box she moved to the table.

Kate smiled trying to imagine Ami with her brother. She imagined the two of them were rather close by the way she spoke of him. Hmmm. Aurum? Why did that name sound familiar? Kate wasn’t sure where she had heard it but maybe she had heard it around the mansion or something. She chose to just push it to the back of her mind as she pulled the cozy down from the top self of the cabinet and placed it over the pot so it could stay nice and hot while it steeped. Tea was always better got and Kate preferred that hers be boiling.

Kate turned just in time to see Ami beginning to place the biscuits down on a random plate, “Wait one moment. I have just the thing for that.” Kate pulled a matching plate from her tea set and scurried over to the table, “Here let me do that. You are a guest in my home after all.” She placed the biscuits in a fancy little patter on the pink flowered center of the plate. Once she was satisfied she had made them look at pretty as they were going to get she moved the plate to the tray while putting away the two unused ones.

“Alright shall we.” Kate turned with the tray in hand ready to head upstairs and change into something warm.

Amelia was not one to argue with friendly help. She let Kate handle the biscuits with her fancy plate. With all of this fancy tea set nonsense, this was turning into some sort of magical tea party.

Kate made the move to go upstairs.

"Anything I can help carry?" Amelia asked. She could be helpful, too.

Once she got something, up they went.

Kate’s room was not like those of the other mansion residents. When she had first been enrolled in the school her mother had arranged for her to have very specific living arrangements that she paid to organize as well as giving a rather large endowment to the school for their inconvenience. Not to mention paying more then the average tuition for one student. She had knocked down walls and built up new ones. Closed off doors and put in a new one. By the time the project was over there was one large master bedroom at the end of the hall with an independent heating and cooling system, a private bathroom and a large walk in closet, which she slowly stocked with her daughters clothes for her impending arrival. To say that Harriet Finch-Hatton had prepared for everything was really an understatement.

Kate carefully walked up the stairs and down the hall making sure not so spill or disturb anything on the tray of tea. Once at the end of the hall she shifted it to balance on her outstretched right hand as she opened the door with her left and pushed it open so she could walk in. Inside the room was decorated in what one would call a romantic style in shades of white and soft pink. The walls were covered in a pale pink wallpaper that looked like something out of a Victorian house. Kate began to cross the room with the tray leaving the door open for Ami to enter behind her. To their right there was a second door leading into the closet, but it was closed at the moment showing the painted details to be found on the panels of the white door. Next to the door was a large 4-poster canopy bed. The beautiful white shears were draped across the wood softening its dark color on the white of the room. The bed itself was perfectly made and decked out in patterned linens that somehow didn’t contrast with the pattern of the wallpaper despite their obvious differences. At the end of the bed was a recamier which Kate draped her wet jacket over without a second thought at whether it would soak the thing. On the far wall there was a window seat that was probably the only thing that looked unkempt in the room. It had a pillow and blanket strewn across it as if someone had been lounging there moments before they entered. Next to that was a beautiful white vanity with a collection of different products for makeup, skin and hair. Looking at it anyone could tell that Kate was very well kept without even meeting her. She moved away from the recamier and pulled the cozy off of the teapot and placed it on the small coffee table, which sat in front of a plush white couch. Once she was satisfied with her work she looked over at Ami and smiled politely, “Welcome to my room. Now lets find you something dry to wear while your clothes dry out in the bathroom.” Kate moved across the room to the closed door without really waiting for a reply knowing that there was no way she was letting this poor girl stay in those wet clothes.

Once in the closet the first thing she did was pop off her shoes and place them inside the open bathroom door that was across from her. The closet was far from typical. It was the size of a small bedroom and matched the style of the bedroom and was also a beautiful white. There were clothes extending all the way around divided by style and color. Starting with casual tops and pants then going to dresses that went from casual to fancy. After the dresses ended the shoes began finishing out the loop around the room to end at the entrance. Kate chose to sit at the ataman in the center of the room and allow Ami to pick what she wanted to wear. “You are welcome to choose anything you like.” She indicated her hand the clothes and shoes that littered the room waiting to see Ami’s decision.

[OCC: the room is probably close to 95 degrees at the moment.]

Impressive rooms were impressive, but that didn't stop her with any jaw-dropping long enough to prevent her from depositing whatever it was she was carrying by the teapot. She was still wet, and she needed something dry, after all. And it did not good wasting time gawking. There'd be plenty of time for that over tea. Still, she couldn't help but give an offhand comment. "Nice room." It was a warm room, too. Much warmer than Gawain's. She must have spent some money on it. Something told Amelia Kate wasn't your average mansion dweller with a posh British accent that enjoyed expensive tea and long walks in the warm summer rain.

The closet confirmed thoughts of deep pockets and connections. She was welcome to pick and choose whatever she liked? A small chuckle escaped her amid a grin. "It'll be a toughie, I tell ya." She said. Stepping forward, her hands started shifting through the selections upon selections. Kate had taste.

There were vests and jeans and designer shirts and dresses. Jumpers and jackets and sneakers and heels. For a moment, her eyes settled on a white dress with black stripes that looked casual, cut off just above the knee, and was almost a t-shirt. Then, they moved to a black vest and some black jeans. She bit her lower lip. Damn the selection. There were all sorts of belts, too. And really nice leather jackets. She could stand here all day dripping, but she resolved not to do that. She could wear a sundress or dresses or vest or pants. Casual, the girl decided, was probably better than overdoing it. The room was warm enough she didn't need to go over the top. She snagged a simple black tank top, a pair of skinny black jeans, some red sneakers with white accents, and white socks. Once they were folded all over her arms, she reached up and snagged a jacket for the hell of it. A white one with a black collar, white sleeves, and a sleek black-striped racing look around the chest, midriff, and wrists.

"Maybe I'll need to borrow this sometime..." She commented quietly, tiny smirk sliding across her face as she passed Kate on the way to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she stepped back out, wet clothes folded in her arms, shoes held between two fingers, by the heels. Sure, it was hot. She modeled the jacket, all the same, giving Kate a quick turn, then glancing over her shoulder. "Now, where should I set these...?" Her head bobbed towards the clothes.

Kate smiled at the reaction to her room and closet. She often forgot how unusual she really was in comparison to the norm. She was used to the finer things in life and as such they were her norm. “Thank you. I believe that my mum was trying to capture a little bit of home when she designed it. Help with the transition to a new home and a new country.”

Sitting on the ottoman she watched as the girl worked her way around the closet with a look of awe. Kate chuckled internally at Ami’s indecision, “There is no rush you may take your time. I am also here to help if you want to find anything specific.” Though she was serious about the offer something told her that Ami wouldn’t take it. The girl seemed too excited about picking something that help would have just ruined it. No, she chose to just let the girl run around picking things up and putting them back having seen something she liked better.

Kate was not surprised at all that Amelia had chosen something on the casual side. Their styles were different but with the amount of clothing in the room she was happy to know that the girl was able to find some things she liked. “Honestly you may have that jacket if you would like. My Best Friend, Hanna, made me buy it.” Kate’s voice rose as the girl closed the door to the bathroom so she could change, “It isn’t very me in the slightest. More then likely I will probably never wear it.” As the girl changed she rose and quickly picked out a few items to form a comfortable but fashionable outfit for her to change into. She spent a moment debating on a dress or pants and decided that for watching movies pants would be more appropriate. She threw a pair of simple skinny jeans, a white blouse and a sweater onto the ottoman turning just in time to see Amelia walk out and model the jacket. “It really does suit you better then me.” Kate smiled happily, “That settles it. It will find a new home with you.” With that final statement she retreated into the bathroom.

“You can place your things on the recamier for now if you would like. Once I am out of here we can hang them to dry above the tub.” Kate yelled through the door as she dressed only hearing the question after she was already closing it behind her. After a few moments she emerged grabbing a pair of black flats and throwing her wet clothes into the hamper in the room.

As she entered the bedroom area she pushed the sleeves up on her sweater and went to turn the heat down to a more tolerable level for her guest. As long as she was wearing a sweater there was no reason she couldn’t stand the room being in the range of the mid 70s. “So what would you like to watch?”

Hey eyebrows rose in shock, and them amazement as she heard Kate's comment through the bathroom door. Her hand went to the collar of the jacket and she teased it with a flick. The fact that Kate was just willing to give it to her... had thrown her. Of course, Kate had money, but... with this gesture, she'd made a friend. Not that Amelia wouldn't have been her friend, had she refused to share the jacket, or anything... but honestly. That all thought, she focused on changing.

As she stepped out of the bathroom a short while later, she returned the smile.

"Thanks," she said. She let the smile say all the 'you are super awesome and amazing' comments bouncing to escape her lips.

Her old clothes were folded over one arm. She put a hand on them to steady them as she passed Kate on the girl's way into the bathroom. They traded places. She heard the girl's comment through the door. Amelia nodded, and called back. "Sure!"

Sure was a nice chair to toss wet clothes on, though... Or was it a couch? Seat, she decided, was vague enough to work. And since it was nice, she held onto the clothes, until Kate had exited the bathroom. Then, she slipped past her with a "You choose" response, and went to hang her clothes up.