She didn’t really have the time - or the patience - to stay home this morning, but she was even more annoyed by the squeak in the stairs and the loose bannister railing. If she had to catch herself from falling before she’d even gotten a cup of coffee in her one more time, she was going to absolutely lose it. So there she was, sitting at her kitchen table, foot tapping impatiently against the floor as she stared daggers at the clock - although Fenrir wasn’t late. Still, when the knock came on the front door it felt to Rita long overdue and she jumped up, eager for something to do if nothing else. Shooing Brisket away from the door with her leg, opening the door a crack to invite him in before grabbing him by the collar and holding the dog back so that Fenrir could get inside without the chaos of the puppy. “Sorry, he’s -” She huffed as Brisket doubled his attempts. “Not usually this bad. Brisket, please!”