Circe's home was somewhat modest condominium meant for more then one but she got it back under Mary's identity so fuck it was her opinion.
She even turned one room into a pseudo workshop for things. Fortunately for her upcoming guest Circe had remembered her schedule. So Titania would not arrive to find a blue elf covered in grease or possibly a welder's mask. Instead the Larcenist had showered and cleaned up before preparing coffee and biscuits.
Whilst singing along to the radio in her people's tongue, "Allora, tesoro vieni ad illuminarmi, e forse ti lascio salire su di esso. Oooo!" And missing some words in favor of matching the instruments. The volume was low enough for the doorbell to get her attention. Plus her warning apps. She'd even gotten the dreaded decaf in case Starlight was worried about that kind of thing.
So she'd just have to find out where their talk would go.