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A familiar blonde head was what caught Peyton's attention as she was wandering through, and because she hadn't seen her cousin in a good long while she altered her course and took a seat beside him. "Hey Cousin, whatcha doing?" A curious, albeit very brief, glance was turned down to the page, then jumped immediately up to his face.

For Peyton, cousin had just become a term of endearment. She wasn't consciously trying to remind him of their familial bond, but the result was the same, regardless.

"Uh huh," she leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees. "And what does this entail?"

A frown flickered over glossed lips at that last comment. It was true, Pey hadn't seen much of Cami or Maebe lately, but she hadn't thought they were actually absent. She could see Otto's reasoning. Even though Noah had his own room still, he slept over so often lately, that if he were called away for an length of time, she would certainly notice it.

"You could come to my room, it'd be more comfortable." The offer came with a smile. "I'll make dinner. Besides, I don't think I've given you the grand tour yet."

"Oh, I see." The book snapped closed. "Is it helping at all?"

She was smiling, as she waited for him to answer, because she knew she'd said the magic word. They might not be especially close, but Peyton, at least, paid attention, because for better or worse, Otto was on that short list of people she truly cared for. When he agreed the smile upgraded to an all out grin, and she hopped back up to her feet. "Do you like lasagna?"

"Maybe taking a break from it will help," she suggested as she started leading the way back towards the dorms.Though, admittedly, not knowing what he was working on, her advice was blanket at best.

She did grin though, as he showed obvious interest in her suggested meal. "Good, because I have the noodles all ready for it, and they need to get used up." She'd boiled them to al dente the evening before, as well as mixed the ricotta cheese. Now it was a simple case of assembly and cooking.

Otto was in for a treat, because his cousin had been cooking since she was twelve, and thus far had gotten zero complaints.

The walk down the hall was quiet, but that was alright. Peyton knew Otto wasn't very chatty under the best of times, and coerced family time probably didn't fall under 'best of times', even if he hadn't already been stressed over whatever it was he'd been working on. So she let the silence stretch between them, until they'd gotten up the stairs and reached her room.

"Make yourself at home." She opened to the door to usher him in, and followed him in. Her suite was small, but well organized and set up in a way that took advantage of the space at hand. One big, long room, with a kitchenette beside them, and a door to the bathroom at the far side. In the space between there was ceiling high Ikea cube shelf serving as divider, and her bed was on the other side of it. Her bedside table, with the little fish bowl and mushroom lap, served double duty, with a fold out couch beside it. There was a coffee table, a slim tv stand that held a very new, though not excessively large, tv, and a desk.

In the kitchenette itself there was a very small breakfast table and bar stools tucked up beneath a window. "There's soda in the fridge, if you want any." She headed there herself, and grabbed a can of Dr. Pepper as well as the pan of lasagna that had been prepared. The later was tucked into the oven, and timer was set. Simple.

"Kinda?" She looked thoughtful, smiling. "Noah stays here most nights, and he's got a key, but he's still got his room." She sipped her soda, taking a seat at the small table. Otto's approval of her dorm was not required, but no less pleasing to hear. "Thanks. Not as nice as your's, yet."

Another drink, then a glance down at the notebook. "We've got about twenty minutes. Maybe I could help?"

For a long moment Peyton was quiet as she read over the page, taking him what he already knew. Arms folded on the table as she leaned over the notebook, and her expression had gone utterly thoughtful. Then she looked up, speaking finally. "You had the key in your possession when you woke up from the wonderland dream the first time. I remember you texting me about it." And she remembered recommending he go to the Life techs to have them check it out. It didn't look as though he'd done that.

"So the key is in your hand?" Brows creased as she dropped her gaze to his hands. "Does it hurt?"

As for the Charon thing, Peyton couldn't really contribute much. She hadn't been present for mission in the tower where Charon and Death had fallen. Though, with them gone, she had to wonder if the deal--if it was a deal--still stood. There was no one left to collect, after all. "When did that happen, the hourglass thing?"