Collette had decided to attempt the monumental task of laundry. To start with, she bothered with only the necessities, underthings and things of a sort that having them be unclean was unpleasant in multiple ways.

It'd been a creative and masterful disaster.

Still, she can't help but feel proud of herself when she has the basket of damp laundry on her lap, something more like a milk crate than a basket proper holding all the clean things she needs to find somewhere to hang. She's in that process, chewing on her lower lip, when she crosses paths with Martin.