Its just her gentle humming, as if Joyce was still around. Its a young woman instead, moving gracefully around the kitchen. Its too early to be up, the dawn sunlight is touching the kitchen windows in the newest light. Her light brown hair is up in tiny knots and braids, spilling some whispy, curling tendrils down along her face and neck. Her eyes are alight, full of love and duty as she puts the coffee into the little bag and stirs the pancake batter. She is ready for the busy day, she has other responsibilities, but she has chosen to take care of this tiny female family as best she can. A light blush plays off her high cheek bones, matching her soft lips. Interesting jewelery with crystals of special powers play off of her unique clothing that covers her curving body loosely.  Something is too high, she tries to reach for it with her long slender fingers, but can't quite grab it. Another language comes whispering out of her magick pink mouth, and the canister rises off of the shelf and down into her waiting hands. A grin grows lightly on her face as clumping footsteps come down the worn stairs. Her lover, followed by the young teenage girl. They sit a the breakfast bar and much on the wholesome breakfast. The other woman emerges later. The kitchen smells of female bodywash, pancakes, coffee, and a tint of hair mousse. Tara pulls on a sweater and slings a bag over her strong shoulders and gives a firm order to work hard at school to Dawn, blows a kiss to Willow, and gives an  encouraging and gentle smile to Buffy. The door shuts silently, and she leaves the house to do her other duties. Only a young woman of profound strength and grace could take care of so many responsibilities. And she can. She does.