They are in a two-car garage, though empty of cars. Shelving along the walls holds various generic suburban Stuff, including a lawnmower, a pair of bicycles, garden tools, a ladder, and a shelf full of old computer equipment. It's kind of dusty.

"Hello! Terence. I, uh, remain ill-equipped for this sort of thing but will do my best. My house isn't really suited to a unicorn and the garage might get unpleasantly hot - it's a place to put your car out of the rain not a place to live in - but do let me know if you need anything?"

"Hello." Ida says. "I will try not to bother you too much."

Temperance hops down from the unicorn, except the movement is part stepping down and part growing his legs until they reach the ground. He looks around in a very child-like manner even as his body catches up with his legs, and he is now adult-sized.

"Can I perform the ritual here then? Do you want to watch?"

"-Shapeshifting your mass down to make it easier to come here? I'm vaguely surprised that works if that's what you were doing. And, ah, sure."

"Correct! There was some minor technicalities that made advantageous for me to be riding Ida, and we didn't want to tire her back."

He pulls a piece of chalk from a fold and walks around the room, apparently measuring it.