"You think?" She began, then stopped herself. Sometimes Jess made it easy for her to respond to him quickly with an immature retort. Something about him easily brought it out in her.

A key meant there was the possibility of discovery, and whether or not that could lead to answers about the inn and even their current circumstances, Raven wanted to unlock it. She knew, on some level, that a key was simply a key, and there was a lot of broken shit around the inn that it could easily unlock, giving non-answers included. But her curiosity often got the better of her when exploring the inn's rooms, and she wanted to see if she could locate another treasure like she had the typewriter sitting in her room.

She looked over at him, and her expression shifted into one of impatience. He didn't move fast enough. No one moved fast enough for Raven. "Bring it over here, Wordsmith. Let's see if you really did find a key."