Ginger rolled her eyes- Lavender might have had a point, but she knew better than to step out of place in the castle. It was a nice thought, sure, but nothing beyond that. "Of course," she signed her reply, then led the way up the stairs to the apartment over the shop- there were living areas on the building's second floor, a kitchen and such, and then sleeping areas on the third floor. It wasn't anything elegant, but it was theirs- and Ginger was proud of that.
"What should we make for dinner?" she asked, turning to Lavender once she'd reached the top of the stairs.