“Knitting circle? No, absolutely not,” she said quickly shaking her head. That would drive her mad, all the sitting still and the tiny stitches, clicking of needles, no way no how. “It doesn’t really seem like there’s any call for jobs, seeing as this creepy place is staffed by the undead or whatever, not that hotel clerk is my dream job anyway.” Claire lifted her cup to take a sip, giving him a little smile over the rim of the mug.
There were so many things she’d always wanted to do, like travel or study to advance her career and neither seemed like they’d be possible there. “What do you do to pass the time and not go crazy?” Claire asked him, because he’d been there a long time he must have a handle on it. “Apart from charming the masses, obviously.”