Piper heads home, rather later in the afternoon, but feeling in somewhat a better place. One thing she knows for sure... it was in the 70's, muggy as all hell, and she took a long jog in between a few other vigorous activities - she needs a hot SHOWER. Or maybe a bubble bath.
Though, it's awfully humid. And it seems that as soon as she gets the tub perfect, that's when Lydia is at the door exclaiming that she needs her hairbrush... family is great and all, but maybe it IS time to get those bags packed. She'll have to double-check, did the new apartment have a tub?
Thoughts rolling through her head as she steps up the walk.