Caitlin blinked astoundingly at Kizzy's idea to turn the key into a necklace. As many ideas she had about scents and candles, sometimes little girly things like jewelery or nail polish or make-up eluded her. She did care about how she looked but it was always something she had to work at (or outright copy from magazines and television) to get it right.<br/><br/>She did indeed lock the storefront up and slipped her keyring into her pocket next to her thin coin purse. She had a larger purse but they were just going down the street so that would do. Besides... she was terrible at losing things.<br/><br/>"You spill stuff a lot? Well I would lose my head if it weren't attached, and even then I've had some close calls. So.. we fit together well!" Cait laughed a little and rubbed at her neck which was still sore from that last time she whipped around too fast to investigate some unseen nose and pulled a muscle. As they walked, she realized this was one of the first times, in a long time, that her thoughts weren't consumed with how to pay the bills the next day. Sure, the bills were still stacked inches thick on her kitchen table, waiting for her to fret over, but for the moment.. all she had to think about was chatting with her new friend.<br/><br/>"Oh, me?" She enjoyed the light wind the night air was bringing. She idly brushed at some goosebumps that formed on her forearm as the talked. "I actually grew up in Larkspur...  which is about thirty minutes south of here but about a hundred years away in terms of size and culture. There is about 300 people in the whole town so.... I knew everybody but just couldn't seem to find my fit there. I like it here. Big enough for me to disappear if I want to but not so big like Denver where I might just fade away, ya know?" She was rambling a little and certainly not making herself seem like the life of the party so she quickly changed subjects.<br/><br/>"How about yourself? Where are you from?" Well, she put her foot in her mouth there. It was kind of easy to assume Kizzy wasn't from Parker, or even from somewhere besides Colorado but Cait didn't want to presume. Her new roommate just has a sultry sparkle that was hard not to notice, and most of the local folk were nice but as bland as bland could be. "I mean...  are you from here?" She was glad when they stepped up to the restaurant, even grabbing at the door handle in earnest and making an 'after you' gesture. Saved by the door it seemed.