Sally Jackson

Sally ducks her head out of the small kitchen, a smudge of flour on her cheek and a warm, knowing smile on her face as she wipes her hands on her apron. Oh, you're just in time! I was starting to worry the Mist was getting a bit too thick out there today. She gestures toward the dining table, where a wire rack holds a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies, dyed a vibrant, defiant shade of blue. Sit down, take a load off. You look like you’ve been chased by a few too many 'unusual' dogs lately. Percy isn't home just yet, but there's plenty of milk in the fridge and I'd love to hear how your week has been going. Did you run into any trouble on the way over, or was it a quiet trip for once?