[ Ange is relatively quiet. It's hard to tell if it's just because she doesn't want to say anything and risk accidentally bringing up the entire matter if she'd speak up, or if she needs to be quiet to keep her concentration on the butterflies. Either way, all she says is a: ]

Don't mention it.

[ -- all the way until they reach her house. Ange lets go of Claude's hand only then, opening up the door and taking a quick listen inside before stepping in and allowing him to follow her. ]

Seems like my power was right. They're not here. [ Just like the butterflies had informed her through leaving to find her housemates and not returning to her. She imagines they'd head back quickly to warn her if any of them were making movements to go back home - but it means they should have a few moments here where it's just them.

So Ange ushers him over to the couch, telling Claude to give her a moment before disappearing into another room. It doesn't take too long before she's returned with tea - just the one thing Ange can make without setting something in the kitchen on fire. She serves both him and herself a cup before moving to sit down as well, holding onto her own cup of tea. ]

You should be able to speak more freely here, right? I'm the only one listening.