"If we can't manage it, we'll be sorely shamed." But Circe had no doubt that they'd be fine, manage just fine, get it sorted out, and she didn't mind cooking up something for them both, she enjoyed cooking for people, it was more enjoyable because it was shared. Even if they both ended up preparing something in the kitchen. "Luckily, the kitchen was the first thing I put together." Because she was such a kitchen body.
The short walk along the street brought them to the apartment complex, not large and sprawling like in the city, but warm and inviting, cosy with people who most likely would all know each other within a year of living there, and Circe really liked that possibility.
"Isn't it, I always saw my mother as ageless, you know? Even with elder siblings, she was just, mother." Even if she was almost a millennia old now. "But I hope she'll cave to my prodding to get her to come and visit me, maybe stay for a while, get some rest from home." Because even the most stalwart of people needed a break here and there.
"Have you got time just now? Or do you have somewhere to be? I can show you my place?"