Sunny was momentarily puzzled at how low on the door the sound was, but given she wasn't expecting anyone else she self-consciously smoothed the skirt of her dress--red, but more a rich burgundy shade than her usual preferred bright orange-red--and her hair--one of the rare times she did a twist out--before she went to answer.

She went through a series of reactions in quick succession, each flitting across her features. Pleased to see Faizel, understanding and amusement when she saw his arms were full, and then deeply touched and delighted when she saw the flowers. "Oh..." she said, reaching out to take the bouquet. They smelled lovely.

She grinned at him as she stepped out of the doorway. "Come in, come in."