"How's it going to get the straps on with the hooves, Jon?"

Inside, door closed, locked up behind them. Daisy tosses her key onto the side table and kicks her boots off, before loosely beckoning Jon towards the archway through to the kitchen.

"Been there. Done that," she says dryly, then snorts softly. "Seriously, though. Least I could do. This isn't. New, to me. You know? We both went through this once already. Didn't like it when Basira acted like I was any better then. Sure not going to start doing the same now."