No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

i adopt a mother and eat a lot of cinnamon rolls; it's a wonderful visit

There's a couple of footsteps on the other side, then the wooden door swings open to reveal a tall girl with skin the same rich tone as Annabelle's, as well as the same sparkling eyes and curly hair.

The girl looks at Annabelle, then looks at me. A smile spreads across her face, and she pulls Annabelle into a hug.

When they pull apart, the girl turns to me and pulls me into a hug too. I'm surprised by the strong movement, which is probably obvious from the 'oof' that tumbles out of my mouth, and then relax against her.

"Felicity," she introduces herself. There's a silver ring in the side of her nose.

"Hazel."

"Yeah," she laughs, shooting a glance over at Annabelle. "We've heard a lot about you."

"As have I."

She gestures us in with a nod of her head, and Annabelle steps back to allow me in first.

The kitchen is small and comfortable, with warm wooden cabinets and hexagon tiles on the walls in shades of blue and two huge windows allowing natural light to flood the room.

A short, plump woman is standing in the kitchen, taking something out of the oven.

Felicity clears her throat and knocks on the wall to alert her of our presence.

At the noise, the woman spins around and smiles, pulling oven mitts from her hands. They all have such similar smiles. And they're all huggers. Very strong huggers, as I can tell from my lack of breath once I'm pulled into Bonnie's arms.

We're about the same height, which is sort of relieving. I didn't fancy being a foot shorter than everyone here.

"My goodness, Hazel. It's nice to meet you after hearin' so much," she says. She's got an endearing twang to her words, and her skin is darker than her daughters'. "You had great timing, these just finished!"

She gestures with a dark hand to the delicious-smelling tray behind her. It's full of luscious cinnamon rolls.

"Those smell amazing, Momma," Annabelle says, and I nod my head enthusiastically in agreement. They really do.

I tell her so.

She beams, in likeness to her daughters, and bounces a little on her heels, causing her vivacious curls to do the same.

"Glad to hear so. Now, you guys run along. I'll finish dinner."

Felicity promptly leads me up the stairs to put my things up in Annabelle's room, and then offers to give me a tour of the house while Annabelle catches up with her mother.

And when Felicity opens the door to her room, I catch my breath and realize exactly what Annabelle was talking about with the 'most aesthetic room you've ever seen.' It's got a light wooden floor and a spectacular window taking up most of the far wall and a curved ceiling and white walls and a pallet bed with blankets and plants and pillows and I love this room.

"Annabelle did not exaggerate your room one bit, Felicity," I say seriously, looking her in the eyes and placing my hand on her shoulder. I hope she misses the fact that I have to step on my tiptoes to do so.

By the snort that makes its way out of her mouth, she didn't.

"This is the most aesthetically pleasing room I have ever had the pleasure to set foot in."