"Not a ton! I feel very un-accomplished," she tips her head slightly in Emily's direction, "you're doing a million things with the flowers and I'm basically a slightly kinky couch potato."

"Slightly kinky," snorts Cass.

"But magic's so fun!"

"Magic is fun! Unfortunately, so is sex!"

"Okay, true."

"But now we're here and we will hopefully be inspired by your example."

"And perhaps at some point when I get a significant other I'll be inspired by yours."

Giggle.

"Probably with fewer knives, though. Just statistically speaking."

"Hear that, Cass? We're statistical outliers."

"If the magic wasn't already doing that I would like to have words with people."

"Mm?"

"For not telling me sooner!"

"Ooh. Yeah."

"I really don't think that's the case."

"Me neither."

"So. Guest rooms? Unpacking?"

"Show us some guest rooms! We didn't bring a ton of stuff, Cass is kinda in the habit of conjuring all our clothes already so why haul them across the border."

"Makes sense. Like I said there's a bajillion rooms, d'you have preferences about, like, floor?"

"I like high places!"

"Whatever's good!"

"How do you feel about stairs? There's kind of a lot of floors."

"I'm fine with stairs."

"Same."

There are guest rooms on the top floor. ...Which is actually not that hard to get to even if you don't like walking up stairs, because, black flower.