Cleo pulled Zanic into the kitchen and gave him a glass of water, "Cool down," she said. Zanic's muscles relaxed as he drank the water.
Ding-dong; for the second time that day the bell rang throughout the house its note's greetings.
"Hunter, could you get that!" Cleo called out from inside the kitchen.
Hunter was dragging her heavy luggage down the hall and to her room when she heard Cleo's request. She rushed to the door and opened it. A shaky messenger angle stood looking quite afraid, as he griped the parchment in his hands.
"I don't think I can get any closer, you can deliver this for me!" He said shoving the letter into Hunter's hands, before she could protest, and rushed off.
Hunter's mouth was open slightly as she looked down at the new letter she now carried. Gulping, she headed to the kitchen.
"Um, Cleopatra? This, um, came." Hunter handed her the message and watched her open it. Cleo's eyes flickered back and forth across the page, then she cleared her thought as she lowered the letter.
Almost immediately Zanic lunged across the table attempting to snatch it, when he failed, because Cleo pulled away, he demanded, "WHAT DOES IT SAY!" Startling Hunter slightly.
Cleo glared at Zanic and pushed him off the table, "No leaning on the furniture!" Then she waited for him to take his seat. When he did she slid the letter across the table facing Zanic.
His eyes scanned the paper, and the second he finished reading it he brought his fist up and then down with great force upon the letter. In this act of violence, the table snapped in two and then crashed to the floor, startling Hunter for the second time.
"DON'T BREAK MY FUNITURE!" Cleo screamed angrily. With a quick, long, strides, she walked around the table to Zanic, grabbed his head by the hair, and pulled him over to the sink. She shoved his head under the faucet and twisted the knob, cold water flooded over Zanic's head and down his face. "THAT TABLE WAS BRAND NEW!" She yelled pulling his head up for a second, then shoved it back under the water. After a few seconds she pulled it up again, "Now I want you to think about what you've done to MY table!" A second later his head was submerged again. The third time she brought it back up she turned to Hunter, "So do you like your room?" she smiled and then shoved Zanic's head under again.
"Well, I, uh, haven't gotten to it yet ma'am! I should… probably go finish, err, unpacking…" Hunter began to slowly back away.
"Ok, see you later," Cleopatra diverted all of her attention back to Zanic. She pulled his head up again, "Isn't she a nice girl?" Zanic nodded wearily, as you see his head was beginning to spin from lack of oxygen, and then Cleo shoved his head back under.
Hunter continued to slowly back out of the room, when she was half way, she looked down at the broken table and saw the letter. She quickly picked it up and folded it neatly into her pocket before continuing to backup to the door.
Cleo again pulled Zanic's head out of the water, "Hey, what was her name again?"
"Hunter…" Zanic managed to sputter.
"Thank you Zanic. Hunter," Cleo turned around just as Hunter was about to exit the room, "Be here in time for dinner, I'm making egg salad."
Hunter nodded nervously, and then went to her luggage.
Cleo turned back to Zanic and for the last time that day shoved his head under the water. She held it there for almost five minutes before pulling up again and letting him go.
Zanic stumbled back and landed on his butt. "You, you nearly droned me that time!" He said, talking deep breaths of air between each word.
"Oh shut up, you big baby. Now go get dried up in time for dinner."