[Kokoro opens the door. Her apartment is small, old, and not sparse exactly -- more like it had been kept the kind of sparse that someone prepared to leave at any time would have, but over time, belongings had started to collect in spaces and find homes their despite the owner's intent. There's a shelf of bottles with strange inscriptions filled with water, a few spaces empty, but they don't look like they've been touched since midsummer -- something to conserve for a crucial occasion, with no way to replenish them and no way to access the near-infinite supply she had before the seal on inventories and hammerspace. Another shelf on the other side of the hall, with books on all kinds of subjects -- magic, city history, spirits, but also cookbooks and barely-hidden teen magazines and romance advice. Her long coat and scarf are hung by the door, and the welcome mat looks like it was thrifted from 1975, or at least the local equivalent.]
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Well met. ...You knew?