"If last time there was a costume basement," Dylan agreed, "then probably downstairs is a better place to look. I think it's all bedrooms up here, too." She gave the harp one last little strum and gestured for him to lead the way, then laughed a little and went ahead when he did the same thing to her. She headed for the stairs, one hand lightly on the banister as she descended.
"I've been okay," she said, head turned slightly to speak over her shoulder. "I discovered the party basement with Felix, which was cool as hell. Then this happened, which is... disturbing, but also I'm not mad at it? The weather is beautiful; woke up today and my knee didn't hurt at all, wasn't stiff... I could get used to that." Between living in Chicago and being at the house, she'd grown to live with the pain and stiffness that bad weather brought her damaged joint, but waking up to a balmy summer breeze had reminded her that it wasn't always like that.
"What about you?" she asked. "Not gonna lie, I'm sort of starting to doubt that you really have a boyfriend. Unless he's like, your Canadian boyfriend that we never see because he lives in Canada." She flashed him a quick grin to let him know she was joking.