Initially Raine had been perfectly happy with Ryder commuting, so to speak. During the heatwave, his spending time at the Hotel had significantly cut down on the number of unhappy-turtle headaches she experienced. And she trusted his judgment, except on what constituted a food item, so the other parent was likely a decent person.

However content she might be with the arrangement, Ryder was not, and had now been insisting loudly for the better part of a day that his people should talk to each other instead of continuing to co-exist in peaceful if separate orbits. By the early evening Raine had given in, and now with resigned fondness she followed a substantially happier turtle child down a path he apparently knew fairly well.

She would have tried to enter the Hotel quietly, but Ryder was on a mission, and he beelined promptly through the front door, heading for wherever his other parent might be. Raine trailed in his wake a moment later, though halted in the entrance hall instead.