Amberlyn informed her that her break would not be now but later, when she'd fix the new problems that had risen in the house. She pouted a little, itching to just get outside and explore the familiar grounds again. To feel the grass under her paws, not her shoes...to feel the sensation of wind ripping through her fur... to see the world through the eyes of a predator, instead of a slave. All of her thoughts only pushed her bottom lip out a little further as she went to take care of the paints. She carefully closed all of the containers and wiped down the bottles before setting them in a drawer on Amberlyn's "creative desk" as she called it. It was more of a bookshelf with drawers, but all of her artistic stuff went here. Eden took care of the brushes, and continued to give Amberlyn the cold shoulder until curiosity finally got the better of her.
"I'll fix the sink in a minute..." she grudged, then continued. "But if you don't mind, may I ask what you're planning tonight? It sounds kind of big if the participants must be dressed in formal wear."