Roy could not remember any journey where he had heard Miranda laugh as much as he had in that journey from Runway to the townhouse that day and he found himself smiling at the fact that it was the second assistant and twins that had managed to expose such a carefree version of the usually composed Editor-in-Chief.
It did not take them long to arrive at the town house, at least not by New York City standards as traffic was always mayhem when travelling through Manhattan no matter what time of day you opted to travel. Of course certain times were even busier when there were lots of people trying to get home at the same time of the day and trying to get to work at the same time as well as trying to get everyone to and from their schools or daycares.
When they arrived at the town hose, Roy got out of the car and opened the door for the women. Both Miranda and Andrea had already started to undo the safety buckles on the girls' car seats as soon as the car had come to a full stop outside the home.
Andrea got out of the car first with Caroline in her arms and then offered her spare hand to Miranda to help her out, of course Roy would have offered to help but he stayed back seeing that Andrea wanted to.
Miranda accepted Andrea's hand, although not actually needing the help to get out of the car but using it as an excuse to take the woman's hand. She held Cassidy in her arms safely and once she was out of the car, she failed to let go of the woman's hand.
Roy smiled to himself as he shut the town car door and returned to the driver's seat.
When the two women reached the front door, they had to let go of each other's hands, although reluctantly, in order for Andrea to get the key out of her bag.
"I think that it is time for lunch," Andrea said to Caroline before tickling her a little to make the child giggle.
"That sounds like a good idea, Andrea," Miranda agreed, "I'll take the girls into the bathroom and get them to wash their hands if you can make some sandwiches, if that's okay?"
"Sure." Andrea replied with a smile, putting Caroline down on the floor as Miranda put Cassidy down too.
Once the girls were on the floor, Miranda led them to the downstairs bathroom. Miranda got the liquid soap bottle from the side and gave each of the girls a squirt of the foaming pink liquid into the palms of their hands, doing the same to hers. It was a Disney Princess soap with a figurine inside the bottle which the girls would be able to have one the soap was finished. The girls seemed to be rather fond of the soap because of the colour and because of the foaming action so it encouraged them to wash their hands more, especially knowing that they would get a toy at the end of it too. Miranda had purchased similar ones for each of the bathrooms for the girls to use. There was a purple foam which was some sort of Princess Sofia thing, she could never recall what exactly that was about, then there was a Minnie Mouse one in yellow, a Mickey Mouse one in red (which she, admittedly, was not that keen on), a blue one which was Finding Nemo, and a few others that she had stashed away in the cupboard for when those had ran out.
The girls followed their mother's instructions and copied her actions, washing their hands in the same way that she was as they learned by copying their mother. Learning by copying Miranda often, however, had some rather amusing side-effects. For example, Caroline's glare already rivaled her mother's.
Once the girls hands had been rinsed individually and they had dried their hands on their own little hand towels, which of course had their names on and were in their favourite colours. Miranda took their hands and led them into the kitchen where they would be eating their lunches.
When the three of them arrived in the kitchen, Miranda helped the girls to sit up on their booster seats at the table and strapped them in so that they would be safe in their seats.
Once the girls were securely seated in their booster highchairs, Miranda took a look around the room, "Wow, Andrea, you have done amazingly."
Andrea smiled at the comment as she brought over the drinks and put a sippy cup in front of each of the girls before putting their own drinks down on the other sides of the table. "I just thought that it would be something different for them for their lunches." Andrea explained as she took her own seat.
"Well, when I said to make sandwiches I didn't expect you to make so many different shapes for the girls, or the... what are those?" Miranda questioned.
"They're just little fruit snacks made to look like goldfish." Andrea replied with a smile, "The blueberries are the air bubbles."
The girls were chattering amongst themselves as they ate their food, mimicking some of the animals that their sandwiches were shaped like before they would eat them as well as mimicking the actions of a goldfish before they took any bite of the orange that had been used to shape the body of the fish.
"Maybe your calling isn't journalism after all?" Miranda suggested, "Maybe it's a children's chef or even a nanny."
Andrea laughed at that and smiled, "I'm not sure about that."
"Maybe you should think about it?" Miranda suggested, "It would give you more time to write articles and maybe it would give you time to start freelance. The pay and benefits would be more than what you're on now and of course accommodation would be included as there is a full apartment downstairs with a separate entrance."