Our apartment? [Stolas echos back to himself. Their place? His eyes fluttered before he quickly adds.] Right! Yes. Our apartment. Only of you want to stay, of course! I wouldn't want to keep you from your own place.

[The owl awkwardly chuckles into the phone. Blitzø was here before him, after all. It would make since that he had settled in. Though... of he was honest with himself, he was grateful for not being alone.

There was another quiet snort of laughter, this time it was a bit softer than before as Blitzø spoke of his plan.]

Stay in, or go out. I leave that up to you. You know this place better than me. But uh... [Stolas hesitates.] ... Talking... You do know how I love to run my beak.