I do, but Miranda returns to Tiny's Tavern.

As soon as Delilah falls into a state of slumber, you tell Miranda that you've decided that it's OK for her to leave. You'll answer any questions Delilah may have in the morning about what happened. Miranda tilts her head somewhat and smiles at you. "Aw, aren't you a sweet heart? Gonna tell her you popped her cherry?"

You blush and advert your gaze. It was the least you could do, but you didn't want Miranda to take you as some kind of softy or something. You gently placed Delilah's had down on the couch and walked up to her, explaining that Delilah would take the news better if there weren't as many witnesses around to hear about it - which was more than likely true. Whatever the case, Miranda returns to the tavern, not putting up much of a fight. She probably got what she wanted out of the night anyway.

In the morning, you explain Delilah what happens after she wakes up and asks her predicted questions. Her face becomes red and she apologizes for her lack of manners. You tell her not to worry about it and ask if it changes anything between you two. She blushes harder and shakes her head. "I didn't know you and Miranda were...seeing each other. I was kinda hoping..." She trails off, not willing to finish her sentence. You figured she had a crush on you since your relationship had become more personal. She forces a smile and shrugs. "I hope we still get to talk to each other. I don't want you to waste your whole day watching over me. You can go back to the tavern!"

After another brief conversation, you close your morning off with Delilah and return to your room, it is there where you shower and get ready for the day before you go down to the lobby. You find that all considering, the tavern that morning was pretty slow. When you get closer to the outside window, you also realize it's snowing - which isn't shocking considering the weather when you had left Delilah's cottage. However, considering it was just October, it did manage to surprise you at least somewhat. The trees, the ground, and all the buildings are covered in a thin layer of snow.

The weather the day before wasn't this bad. How could it change so drastically? While you are looking out, you feel someone nudge you from behind and "PSST" at you. You turn around and see a familiar set of purple eyes. Miranda perks up, smiling at you, obviously pleased to see that you've decided to come down. She's wearing a red dirndl. You mostly saw the barmaids wear a dress like that, so if you had to guess, she's working behind the counter instead of her usual work as a maid today.

"Good morning," she says. "Admiring the beautiful weather?"

You look back out to the window and see that the snow is still gently falling from the bleak sky above. "I'd rather look at you."

"Oh my," she says. "Are you sure about that? I thought you did plenty of that last night~"

A dry laugh escapes your lips. There aren't very many spectators, but you're surprised she'd be so open even though you're not alone. She notices your change of expression and rolls her eyes before to continues to talk. "Neither one of us are locals here. No one cares whether or not we're screwing each other on our free time. Besides that, no one ever believed you were much of a gentleman. Our session last night proved that to be true... Now, if I were Maple (ooor mmmaybe Delilah?), I'm sure they wouldn't really appreciate it. They're are protective over their home grown sweet hearts like that. "

"Why is that?"

Miranda shrugs. "I have my theories, but they don't really matter. What are you plans for the day? Does the snow change anything?"

"A little bit," even though you didn't know about the snow before you left your room, this didn't really make you want to leave in search of a contract or to finish any that you still had open. "I actually came looking for you. I was wondering if you were open today to hang out again."

"Hmm," Miranda replies. "That's rather queer of you to think."

"What?"

"I just...Assumed that maybe you'd-" She cuts herself off. "Never mind. I'm being kinda retarded. I think I'll take your offer, Mr. Visser. I'm here for another few hours, but why don't you wake up a little bit more and think what we could do for the day. You're not too bad of a person to hang with."

You wink at her and smile. "Well, what can I say? I thrive to be an interesting person."

Miranda rolls her eyes. "Don't get a head of yourself. You haven't really impressed me all that much, alright? Just get out of here and get that lump of meat in your head working."

"Yeah, yeah - I can do that. When do you want me to come back exactly?"

Her eyes dart to the wall where a clock is hung. She opens her mouth and chews on her lips somewhat. "Aim for 2. I'll be waiting."

You retire to your room and lay in the bed. The gears in your head start to grind and work. You aren't even really that familiar with the area. How would you know where to go?