Tracey entered the flat quietly, as was her nature. "Daph?" she called, wondering if she'd been too quick to shower and change. Not that she hadn't been in Daphne's flat alone before - the other witch always made perfectly clear she was more than welcome there anytime - but she didn't want to intrude either.
Ice cream and relaxing had sounded perfect when Daphne had suggested it - she'd been in Scotland on set since sun-up, making sure the press event had gone off well, and then had spent the day fielding the press on behalf of Penelope, who had much more important things to do than worry about the latest entertainment piece in the Prophet or the latest beefcake profile in Witch Weekly. Just thinking of that made her shake her head - Logan Wood, a "beefcake", goodness.
"I brought a bottle of that white we liked last time we were in France. And the first season of Gossip Girl on DVD. Is your system working?" Last she'd known, there'd been some sort of magical interference happening, but Daphne had mentioned putting a call into Connections at WWN to get it fixed.