[Celeste's in leggings as well when she opens the door, houndstooth patterned today, with a henley shirt so oversized and shapeless that it's got to be a man's on top. Her hair's a bit mussed, and honestly, it looks like she's either just been napping or has aggressively been avoiding any sort of activity all day.

The night before was stressful, and today is proving even more so, with her thoughts in such a whirl. She hasn't gotten to the shower yet.

Two familiar ferrets try to skirt around her ankles immediately, but she nudges them back each time.]

Ah-ah, no, that's not for you, this is my guest. You'll have to make your own mates. Hello, Jem, and thanks again. [She gathers the wriggling bundles up to ensure there are no escapes, then steps aside to let her in.] Tea's steeping. Do come in.