"More than I am, apparently." At least when it comes to housework. Dreams, how did her mother do that and help her father with their business until she was old enough to take over the latter anyway?

The dishes don't actually look too bad, even if they're overflowing out of the sink. A little dirty, but nothing a good scrub couldn't fix. There's not even that many, all things considered, but they're stacked haphazardly. They're a weird combination of several styles and designs, a result of Amelia never actually buying her own dishes and simply accepting what the apartment manager had on hand when she moved in. "Dish... soap?" she asks, standing to follow after Adia. "They make soap just for dishes? I thought all you needed was the hottest water you could manage and a clean wash cloth to wash dishes." Guess that's a 'no' on that part.

"Oh, I can do that really quick. The... chute, I think was the word?" She waits for confirmation before continuing. "It's right down the hall." Grabbing hold of the bins, she hefts the full and rather heavy things in her arms before heading out into the hall. The rogue is only gone for a minute before she's back with the empty containers. As she sets them back into place, she offers a small smile to Adia. "What can I help with?"