Hecate raised both eyebrows, her sweet tooth deeply interested in anything involving the word jam. "You're in no rush, I see," she said, patting Clementine's back (she was half awake, snuffling) as she stepped into the room, taking a biscuit from the trolley. She didn't want to linger here too long, but would admit there was wisdom in pausing. Finding out what Merlin thought about the doppelganger. Planning their strategy instead of racing in half-cocked. And sharing a packet of jammy dodgers, of course. "I've removed Peitho and Luna from their apartment. The demon wasn't home when I did, but chances are high he'll return to that apartment tonight. Morgan and Freyja will meet us there. Freyja sounded particularly bloodthirsty."