Morning chores, Day 2

Arron and Sarah both got an early start on the day, making some good progress in cleaning up the rest of the kitchen and then attacking the boxes in the dining room to make some headway and usage space on the table. By the time lunch rolled around, both of them were drenched in sweat, Sarah was up to her elbows in stacked china, and Arron looked a mess with his hair dangling limply from his head and a good amount of sweat soaking into the shirt.

"Thank god THAT is over," she muttered, pointing to the pile of large boxes now resting precariously near the doorway leading to the garage. "Never thought we had THAT many boxes of china before."

Arron laughed at that and then turned around to look at the clock behind him. "What say we break for an hour, grab some lunch?"

Sarah nodded in relief and she turned to look at her father. "God, dad, sweat much?"

Arron sniffed himself. "Honestly, didn't notice it. I used some of your stuff last night and it didn't really hit me until now."

She laughed a bit before she motioned for him to go hit the showers. "I'll see if I can get some of your clothes out from the box on your bed."

He walked over to the bathroom upstairs (the master downstairs having not been set up yet) and hopped in. He grabbed more of Sarah's soap and used a good amount to cleanse himself, covering his body with the scented fragrance of roses again, before he stepped out and dried his hair the best he could. Then again. Yet again. Finally, feeling the futility of it all, he finished wiping himself off the best he could before stepping into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of pants that Sarah had left for him. He spotted a loose fitting shirt of his and put it on before he turned and walked to the kitchen.

"You want anything?" he began only to stop in mid-step.