It is, Isabelle notes, the first time Billy has asked her to hang out without some kind of weird surprise. Instead of a magic cave or a shady dock on the outskirts of town, he's asked to come to her apartment. Her apartment, which is still in the process of being madly redecorated. She's not sure what to do with half of the things she'd ended up buying, so a lot of it is strewn haphazardly around, but she has managed to do up a fair bit of it. There are new curtains, new table settings and odds and ends to brighten the place up a bit, and a hefty dose of glitter and colour over everything.

It is, quite frankly, a mess. She's standing with her hands on her hips in the middle of the living room, trying to work out how to make it presentable when she hears a knock on the door.

"Oh well," she murmurs to herself. She tried, and she doesn't think Billy will care that much. Probably he'll just make fun of her.

Isabelle heads over to the door, opening it to find Billy standing on her threshold. He looks a little nervous, and she wonders if maybe this is actually another call to go and do something weird and possibly involving magic. She's still trying to wrap her head around the last magic artefacts he'd shown her, so she hopes not.

"Hi Billy," she greets him warmly, stepping aside so he can come inside. "Is everything okay?"