Phoebe stood, adjusting the belt on her robe to keep her modest a moment longer as went to the door and opened it, her face brightening immediately as she found her nephew to be on the other side.
"Dear one, thank you for coming," she said, taking him by the hand and pulling him inside, shutting the door and locking it behind them. "It's no Paris, but I quite like it as it is. Tell me, how have you been? And have a seat."