Lily looked up at Alma as she answered the door, offering a hint of a smile before sliding into the trailer. A quick glance around the room told her that Finn was still here, splayed out on the cough with his wings spread out beside him.

“It went fine.” She replied shortly, unwilling to give away too much about her inner thoughts. “He is organising to take us on Saturday night.” Lily looked over her shoulder towards Alma as the scent of the soup drifted across the room and very almost drew a purr to her throat. Only the feeling of the keys in her hand reminded her that she was talking.

“He was in awe of Callisto, so I would say it worked well.” Lily gave a gentle shrug as she stepped closer to Finn and offered the keys and fob to him. “Thank you for letting me use your car.” A small smile followed her thanks.

Callisto had immediately sat down at the table, keeping to himself in order to avoid Lily’s wrath if he said the wrong thing about their encounter with her father. That and her crazy driving. He shifted in his seat as Lily made her way over and settled into a chair, peering over towards Alma as she began to bring bowls to the table.

Lily tightened her jaw ever so slightly, she supposed this is the sort of thing she had missed out on. Her parents had rarely been home and if they were, it was researching for Veles or picking out a new sacrifice. Their whole world revolved around Veles and his sad little hotel.

“Thank you, Alma. It smells amazing.” She tipped her head up to look at the older woman kindly.

Alma tipped her head lightly. Saturday... she glanced back toward the calendar with a small frown. That was... two days from the current date. One considering how late it was now.

"That gives us a day to prepare," Alma commented finally, leaning back to look toward the ragtag group. "Are we sure that's enough time?"

"It'll be plenty," Finn said, moving from couch to table.

"Is it going to be enough to figure out what your friend is?" Alma responded to Finn before glancing toward Callisto. "You and your friend didn't talk much did you? Either way, Finn has some questions about what he might be."

Finn winced and rubbed the back of his neck, sitting beside Lily. "I mean, here's the thing. If we know for sure what he is, then it makes it easier to deal with him. But if we don't know what he really is, then all of this? Gone. It's thrown out the window. But if ... you wouldn't mind answering some questions, it'll help narrow it down. I mean, you two both attacked the god several times right? And ... more or less kept an eye on him?"

Alma smiled back toward Lily and sat down on the other side of Finn. "Driving wasn't too bad, was it? I know it's close to rush hour and all of that but I hope it wasn't too bad."

Lily gave a small scrunch of her nose as Finn announced that they would be prepared by then, in truth she didn’t think they’d ever be completely prepared. Afterall, this was a god they were talking about killing.

Callisto cocked his head to one side, glancing between Finntello and Alma as they spoke to him. “We did speak, just not about where he had come from or exactly how he had died. I was not in the room with him when that happened, I was with the other offering.” He narrowed his eyes as he kept listening.

“Well..Attacking Veles was more Xevon’s forte. I only did it when I had to, he would go out looking for him just so they could scrap.” Callisto sighed, lifting a spoon to begin stirring the soup lightly before lifting a portion to lips lips and blowing on it before swallowing.

Lily’s eyes flicked up as she realised that she was being spoken to, peering past Finn to see her, she offered a smile.

“It was alright, not too many crazy people on the road tonight.” She mused, which earned a quick look from Callisto, a smidge of shock and disbelief towards her statement. She was the crazy on the road upon their return.

“A bit of traffic versus killing a god, it doesn’t really compare against my bigger concerns.” Lily let out a small laugh, better to laugh about it than fret. At least for the time being.

Callisto frowned as he looked over the notes that Finn had spread across the table in front of him, had he compiled all this whilst they had been away. It hadn’t been that long. His head tilted to one side as he studied what Finn was scrawling across the paper. He flattened his lips into a line and tipped his head from side to side, unsure.

“Only feeling those things..it is a little restricted on the scope of personality that makes up Xevon.” Callisto dared a glance up to Finn. “Primarily, yes. He is prone to fits and outbursts, but he is not like that at all times.” A soft sigh drew from his lips. “He..well, yes. He does break into something not exactly..human when he is particularly furious. I have never seen him lose himself to it though, his mind is still present.”

Lily glanced down at her arm before back up to Alma at the touch, she did her best not to overreact to the contact. Instead, she peered over to the pile of feathers and let out a short breathy laugh at the sight.

“He could have at least picked them up for you.” She chided lightly with a shake of her head. Making something from them wasn’t a bad idea, however Finn seemed to be shedding feathers too quickly to keep up with garments. “A name for it?” Lily cocked an eyebrow amused and looked back to Alma.

“We could mix together names…puffer jackers to I guess pufftello jackets.” She paused before almost snorting a laugh and she shook her head again. “Absolutely not.” Her eyes were a little brighter. “He has a terrible name to remix into things.”

Callisto copied the frown that had etched across Finntello’s face and stared at the words on the paper. That was until Finn even suggested the idea that Xevon wouldn’t be able to leave the hotel, then his eyes darted up accusingly but he didn’t speak. He kept his lips sealed, prefer not to be scolded by neither Lily or Alma for snapping at the young man.

“The safest area would be the ground floor, but Alma does not know the layout of the hotel. What if she is separated from all of us?” He probed the question towards Finn with a pointed look towards the older woman just as she looked over to them. Callisto blinked, clearing his strange look from his face before he looked back down at the paper.

Lily smiled at the laugh that was drawn from her throat and leaned gently back into her chair, beginning to taste the soup in front of her.

“Pillows have to be easier, they’re just rectangles.” She paused to sip up another spoonful before her eyes glittered with amusement again. “Though, I don’t know if I could use the pillows, it would smell like I was sleeping in his wings.” She chuckled, using a free hand to tap the side of her nose.

“His gift is a blessing and a curse.” Lily chimed, flicking that hand loosely over towards Callisto. It wasn’t that Finntello smelt bad, it would just be strange to be trying to sleep when all she could smell was his feathers quite literally all around her head.

“If you made them, I would still test them for you though.”

Callisto gave a small nod at the suggestion, he could draw out a map, he had been there long enough to know practically every corner of the place. Everywhere except Veles’s quarters. He knew where they were but what was actually within the space, that was totally lost information to Callisto.

“Hm?” He mumbled before looking back up to Finn, getting slightly distracted by the woman talking. “Oh, Romano. Xevon Romano.” He quipped, it felt a little sad to even really speak Xevon’s name without him present and the impending worry that he may not be able to be saved.

“As I said, he did not really talk about much before he came to the hotel. A few things here and there, but nothing explicit.” Callisto leaned back into his chair, having almost consumed his entire bowl between talking.

Lily gave a small laugh and raised her eyebrows. “That might work, but would feathers be any good after a wash strong enough for that.” She mused, looking down at her bowl. Then she clinked the spoon against the side of the bowl in mild surprise as her eyes snapped back up to meet Alma’s. Her body shifting slightly with the nudging as a shaky laugh came from her.

“C-Close?” Lily repeated, giving one quick glance towards Finn before shaking her steadily flushing face. “I wouldn’t say that, I mean, more of a…survived a death trap together closeness, y’know.” Her attempt to twist Alma’s words into something less embarrassing wasn’t exactly working.

“Besides, he’s younger than me.” Lily completed her battle with the simple statement, tilting her head to one side with a sheepish smile that didn’t exactly do wonders to help her situation.