Selma was in one of her odd moments where the rest of the kiss would say that she was being too human. She currently had her nose stuck in a book, but it was no ordinary book. It was a cook, yes a cook book, and from what any one could see as they passed her she was rather focused on the context. She was currently wearing a black mini skirt with ice blue flames that went from the base up, and her top was a black leather belly shirt that revealed part of her rose tattoo and the beautifully crafted holy water mark on her body. Her face glittered now and then as the light reflected of the glitter that she had tattooed in to her face.
She took the left that she knew would be there, and glanced only long enough to see that China's door was open before glancing back down over the recipe. She was torn between a decision for the time when she could actually cook the food she read about, and needed a second opinion from someone she at least respected. As she reached the door, she gave a light tap on it as she walked in.
"China, Aye got a question for ye," Selma said as she then took a seat on the corner of his desk to at least be out of his way, her legs crossing at the knee that caused her knee high leather boots to creek slightly, "Aye can' decide on whether Aye should go with dah Cajun recipe or with dis zesty Mexican one on da shrimp dish here..." she said and then shoved the book under to the view of the Temoine, "whatcha t'ink lad?" Selma asked innocently as if she were not interrupting him in anything important.
She took the left that she knew would be there, and glanced only long enough to see that China's door was open before glancing back down over the recipe. She was torn between a decision for the time when she could actually cook the food she read about, and needed a second opinion from someone she at least respected. As she reached the door, she gave a light tap on it as she walked in.
"China, Aye got a question for ye," Selma said as she then took a seat on the corner of his desk to at least be out of his way, her legs crossing at the knee that caused her knee high leather boots to creek slightly, "Aye can' decide on whether Aye should go with dah Cajun recipe or with dis zesty Mexican one on da shrimp dish here..." she said and then shoved the book under to the view of the Temoine, "whatcha t'ink lad?" Selma asked innocently as if she were not interrupting him in anything important.