The railing isn't perfect. It's been repaired and patched up several times, thanks to rowdy shenanigans in the Slat. Kaz thinks on it idly as he heavily walks down the steps, this one creaking one way, another step creaking differently. Everywhere there's character, worn yet withstanding. Kaz is infinitely proud of the home he's built. It still has work to be done on it, though. Miles to go. What doesn't in his life? Everything feels like a constant work in progress. He's not certain he could exist in any other way.

Jesper predictably is at the bottom first. "Railing on the second floor landing is loose." Kaz of course greets the other man not with pleasantries but something that needs to get done. Kaz doesn't have an off switch. "See if you can look at it tomorrow." It's getting cold in these fall months and he shrugs on his coat, his leg a little stiffer than usual thanks to the turning weather. Opening the door, he lets Jesper pass through first before falling in step at his side once they're out of the house. The Barrel is alive and bright, pulsing with promise and pain. "I'd say we could have just gotten takeout, but I know you wither without people contact. And I want to see what this place looks like." Anything new in his city has Kaz's curiosity.