Rutile has never been upstairs in Die Rosa Tulpe, and certainly never to the Fool's apartment; upon entering and being inundated by the splash of color and life and personality, they are surprised both by its irregularity and by how quintessentially the Fool it is. After the sparse rooms of the School and the standardization of the Dreaming Bridge, it is a sight to behold.

"Your home is beautiful," they compliment quietly.

It takes a moment of the sights sinking in before Rutile realizes the Fool has spoken to them. They accept the towel gratefully, drying the nape of their neck and other areas liable to wear away first. "You are too considerate," they say, with a smile. "Though perhaps this is simply karma, given the reasons I last found myself in this building soaking wet."

It is the bat kitten that captures their attention more than anything, though. Rutile crouches down as it slinks past their ankles and runs their fingers over its fur; the kitten arches its back and makes a strange sound, almost like thunder, though very soft and far less intimidating.

"I don't recall you have a pet," Rutile says. "Is it new?" And then, taking note of the wings, they ask more excitedly, "Does it fly?"