Her hips swayed to the muziki she played on the small old fashioned radio that sat on her counter in the kitchen. It played muziki from the 40's, she missed the muziki of that era and the speakeasies where she sang freely with elbowed length gloves that no one questioned for asked to remove because the situation was deemed inappropriate. Her long black hair was pulled high into her head in a ponytail that matched the rhythm of her hips. In one arm she held a bowl filled with chokoleti batter and with the other she held the spoon she was mixing with. Babylon laughed at her self as she caught her reflection in the oven. She smiled at herself, she barely recognized herself. This woman she saw in the mirror was the same one she'd gone face to face with all those years ago. No, this woman smiled, she was radiant and laughed with a joy she had never had until recently. The woman she had seen then bore nothing but a blank expression and vacant eyes that seemed like they had no care for the world. And maybe back then, she really hadnt. She was concerned with nothing but her own unhappiness she didn't bother trying to give anyone the happiness they deserved. In fact, she didn't even want to look away from the murky reflection, the smile was so.. so... so bright, she couldn't look away. She had never seen herself smile a real smile in so long. Ever since she made Marafiki with Alex, she knew what it was to smile and laugh, how it felt to be concerned with the happiness and protection of someone other than her own. She'd have to write him a thank wewe au something, maybe repay him kwa finding a way to get back into France without worrying he'll get his face blasted off au kicked out of his job, which she was to not mention au she'd get herself into trouble, the way Odette had been raving about for some time.

Babylon turned to place the bowl on the meza, jedwali but instead came face to face with a broad chest that did not belongto the man of her house. The bowl clattered at her feet in surprise and she looked up with wide eyes, taking a step back, only to realize she was trapped between her tanuri, joko and the man. Her brown eyes circled to red and narrowed as she came to the realization of who stood before her. The broad pale chest belong to one on else but Ethan. His icy blue eyes bore down at her, almost in distaste. "So, wewe decided to stay with him still. Such a shame, Babylon." Babylon gritted her teeth as she challenged his stare, no matter how much taller he stood that her, she bore a much zaidi intimidating aura. "You are not welcome here, Ethan. Get out." Ethan scoffed, "Just listen for a min-" Babylon cut him off, "I will not listen, worth a ----! After what wewe did I owe wewe nothing! Now get out of my home, wewe are NOT WELCOME HERE!" Her shouted echoed in the nyumbani shaking frames and making Ethan flinch. Even his sandy white hair seemed to have to settle from her wave of vocalization. Ethan used an index finger to shove it against the middle of her chest, the small spec above the valley of her breasts, "Listen here Babylon. I want to be here as much as wewe want me to, but Adrian is forcing me to do this because he alisema wewe deserved it and i owed it it to you. So shut up and go home, to your real home. And get properly dressed, get rid of that ridiculous apron. wewe may not be recognized wearing such modern clothing.

Ethan started for the door leaving Babylon in shock, leaving her to wonder what au who in the world would not recognize her in the clothes she had adapted for herself in this era."Wh-What Era then, Ethan?" she asked looking over at him. Ethan had already opened the door to leave as he glanced back at her, his icy eyes faltered in their anger for but a moment, flickering to a seeming of softness, "The same era you're son was born." Babylon's eyes downed to their hidden brown and looked like they quivered in the light, "My son...?"