Cecillia, lives with spaghettios

She pulled herself out of the tomato soup of the spaghettios, carrying rings over her shoulder as climbed up the ladder and onto the patio deck of her hut on the pot wall. She drops her rings and hears a knock on her door. An unfamiliar sound to her but she is interested none the less. She quickly wipes herself off and throws a sundress over her permanently stained red skimpy swimsuit. She finally promptly opens the door. Oh, sorry, i was just doing my daily swim. What can I help you with? she says to the bystander that now stands at her door.