Circe had chosen a lovely hotel for her liasson with Nathaniel based upon a few criteria. Free breakfast, thickness of wall, and privacy signs for the door knobs.
Sadly no jokes about bed's a squeaking don't come a peeking. Circe had bothered to ask and she'd taken her Hedgespun dress for the giggles. The teenager manning the desk had to be relieved thanks to the innuendo Circe was using while getting a room. The elderly woman dealt with Circe quite well.
Circe was further delayed by a half hour talking to the old lady. Who was really cool it turned out, complimenting Circe on her technique and trying to turn the tables on Circe.
With that done Circe drives her Charger to the door for the room. Circe has 2 bags with her things carried into the room. Setting them down she texted Nathaniel with the room number. One bag has mechanical toys for if they got into the science along, including a small tarp. The other? Well dress for success. Hedgespun? Tight Denim? Nuclear Dress? The business suit she was currently wearing just without the dress shirt beneath?
She made a choice and then killed time. Watching a stupid cartoon about a dumb puppy girl whilst killing pigs with agitated birds upon her phone.