Smiling at the warm welcome, Cambri stepped into the office. As soon as she looked around herself she was overcome with the strange sensation that she'd stepped backward in time. OK, it really wasn't as extravagant as all that, but the room was well put together, and had a certain feel about it. Cam couldn't help but like what she'd done with it.

"Thanks, and yes. I do. Mom doesn't like me to drink it...but I do anyway." Cam responded with a smile. Her mother was convinced that drinking coffee would rot her insides, and make death come sooner. Cam obeyed, and perched herself on a piece of furniture that she took to be an ottoman.