Breena led him inside, placing her purse and jacket on the coat rack. She rolled up her sleeves and turned to him. "If you like, you may put your jacket here." she said pointing to it. "If not, you can follow me back to the kitchen." she gave a reassuring smile as she walked off towards the back. She slowed midway, passing a plant that was wilting and she brushed her hand against it absently and it immediately perked back up, healthy as ever. 

Walking to the back, she pressed bake on her large oven and turned it to 375 degrees farenheight. "Do you like sweet things or would you prefer something with little sugar?" she asked him. Her demeanor was calm as she grabbed a few basic ingredients: flour, sugar, salt to name a few, and she waited for him to answer.