The big thaw had come just as quickly as the sudden blizzard had washed over them, and the result was that everything was now very wet. The main floor of the house wasn't flooded, but Buffy wasn't sure how Ambrose's basement was holding up. For now, she assumed everything was holding together as he'd instructed her to get changed for training. Apparently he hadn't just been saying that to get Lucius off of the subject.
Buffy dressed in a pair of black, track shorts and a matching sports bra with a white tank top over it. She laced up her sneakers and tied her hair back in a high ponytail before heading downstairs, wrapping her hands as she went. The sight that greeted her wasn't one she was at all used to seeing and visibly startled her for a second. Ambrose wasn't wearing his usual classy slacks with a dress shirt and possibly a coat. She didn't know why she would've expected as much given they were training, but him in track pants and a t-shirt was certainly a different sight. She smiled as she bounced down the last steps.
"There's a sight I'm not used to. Turns out you aren't allergic to articles of clothing that don't make up a suit after all," Buffy said cheerfully. Already things seemed lighter to her without a particular witch as a house guest.