[ He tilts that head of his back and looks up at her, and Lottie is finding it hard to keep casual eye contact. This is usually a problem just by nature, but it's weird. And pleasant, knowing someone is actually paying attention to her and listening to what she says. Now seems like the perfect time to drink a little more of her tea (yes, with that gaudy little pinky of hers out, too) — for science.

She is definitely smiling, though. Is happy that he isn't judging her for following old habits, because she did the same thing when she moved to Los Angeles. She completely finishes her drink, placing the cup to the side and moves her legs in the water back and forth. ]

Ohhh, yeah. A cute one! It has to have a dishwasher and be in a good area. The works.

[ Speaking of area, though.. ]

I'd probably look at Springstar, maybe.. [ It's said noncommittally, because as nice as it is Lottie is still ridden with her allergies. She doesn't do well under the sun for too long and as pretty as it is, the lighting, the stores, she isn't sure how she'd fair. ] I dunno. I wouldn't mind contacting a realtor for somewhere near here.. Or near a decent coffee shop.

[ A finger goes to twirl at a loose piece of hair from her towel, her other hand tapping an off beat rhythm against the tile beside his hand. ]

..You know, I heard it snows. In my mind it's like, looking at snowflakes behind my balcony doors. It'll face the city or something, and I'll be warm.