...Raine appreciates the praise, she supposes. She closes the door behind them mutely, watching Pepper's mother-ghost and wondering.

She's moved into the kitchen, glancing about for any signs of an -- interloper -- before reaching for the tea-things habitually. "I'll make tea." Considering, as she sets the water on the stove to boil. "Are there any other family members to expect?"

She may be a little rattled, she reflects ruefully, steadying her hand as she measures tea leaves.