Joss manages to fish out a Sharpie. "Normally when I'm scribbling a number down on the back of someone's hand, it's because I'm giving them my own you realise, don't you, handsome? Speaking of..." She adds a second number to his hand. "First one's the supplier, second one's me. Tell the supplier I gave you the number and not to pull any fast crap on you or I'll let Des or Nik know."

"Thank you. I appreciate this so much."

"That's his dead wife face, you're SOL there. I'm pretty sure everyone in this house is single."

"I had a boyfriend, I'm dead, and I don't think she thinks of us as interchangeable."

"And I'm tragically one of two straight people in this house, which makes your attempt to flirt with our houseguest embarrassingly transparent."

"Condolences," Joss says, but doesn't seem entirely upset by that fact.

"I...kind of flirt with...most people?" she admits, giving a slightly embarrassed grin. "It's fun, okay?" She runs her fingers through her hair. "And also how I seem to communicate with about two thirds of the people I meet?"

She looks around. "I should, however, probably be getting home. You guys going to be alright for tonight? I'll give Jez a shout and see if she's free tomorrow?"

"That would be nice. Thank you, Joss."

"You're welcome," she says, grabbing her kitbag. "Well, if you are, indeed, still here, I'll see you in the morning? Nothing else you need? You can call if you think of anything between times, okay?"

She pauses to see if anyone has any thoughts.

"We can handle one night. Thanks."

She grins, touches two fingers to her forehead, and heads off.

Is there anything the house's inhabitants need to discuss tonight?

"So. Over-under on her being a witch?"

"I trust her. She has honor."

"I feel like you guys are missing the point here. Someone sent us here for a reason, this kind of thing doesn't happen by accident."

"We don't know how her world works. It could just be luck that we ended up here."

"Good luck, or bad?"

"We should worry about it in the morning. She promised her help, and we shouldn't reject it."

"She seemed alright. I don't know if we can rely on her, but she seemed genuine."

"You guys are way too trusting."

"We don't have much choice. We don't know how to get back, or if we even can."

"And on that note, I think I'm going to my room."

He leaps up the stairs.

"Does he always have to be so dramatic?"

"It keeps things fresh. He's probably run out of things to do that don't feel repetitive."

"I think I'm turning in, too. I don't really want to mess around with electricity tonight."

Ty and Scott have a few things to say to each other first. 

Eventually, though, they all head off to bed.