["Like" and "Florida" weren't two words that ever seemed destined to meet in Nariko's mind. But just the front of the place is nice and makes her reconsider the whole thing, it vaguely occurs to her that she hasn't asked Les where she's from or where she grew up. But maybe that kind of thing is still a little too personal, and Nariko should try to keep some level of professional boundary involved.]

It's a good idea. The less likely anyone or anything is to find us, the better I'll feel.

[Though that was more a matter of comfort. No one lived long enough to chase her down if they were stupid enough to try, but some of what she had planned would sound ... Very bad, out of context. Though her gaze is focused on the surroundings, she does nod, a smile playing on her lips. Well, apparently they're both city types! A good thing to have in common.]

It's not too much.

[As far as Nariko understood witches still needed to do normal things like sleep and keep normal rhythms, but she wasn't always routine in that sense. It'd be better if Nariko could do whatever she needed or finish more static jobs while Les was resting. The space meant that there wasn't any hope disturbing each other.]

You've kind of got a hot streak going with these recommendations so I'll take your word for it. I hope some of them deliver.

[But, hey, if she had to find a secluded place for a transport spot then she absolutely would ... Despite technically no longer needing to eat, either. Human rhythms and all that. As they go along the garage gets a nod of approval but it's the pool that leaves her eyes wide, as if affronted that such a beautiful thing will be there, at any moment they choose to utilize it.]

Fucking hell, this place really is gorgeous.

[The tall ceilings are impressive, the kitchen's surprisingly small, but Nariko can work with it. They're maybe about halfway through when the decision finally sets enough that its worth saying out loud.]

Alright, then, we're doing this.