She's not nearly graceful enough to reliably manage this, of course.
"Okay... the border of clan land goes over this beach. The part I want to go to is south of the border, it's got some big driftwood around most of the time, it may technically be part of the Quileute reservation but I'm not sure. It's usually empty. Except for seagulls."
Scry, scry, scry.
"Found it. Teleporting would be fine, I don't see anyone there. We probably need clothes though, don't we."
"For the beach, not necessarily, we could always nip over the border into clothing-optional land. For the flight to Charlie's house, yes."
Snuggle.
Snuggle. "How inconvenient. Here I thought you were this amazing magician with talents beyond any mere Earth witch, and you can't even get dressed while snuggling me."
There's more snickering. "Sorry to disappoint. Unfortunately I can't do everything with magic. Yet."
"I'm truly crushed, why can't you meet my expectations for super offworld magic visitors, Adarin?" But she sits up to let him get at his clothes, and starts hunting for all the pieces of her silks.
He goes to retrieve clothes, giggling a little. "Forgive me, my dear Isabella, I hope you can hope to get by with just portals, extra planar transportation, teleportation, thingamajigs, scrying, illusions, shielding, stone-shaping, and general gadgetry. Somehow."
"I will just have to struggle on, won't I." She has now located all the pieces of her silks except one. She starts looking in the couch cushions.
"Yes, indeed you will. I will offer emotional support if you require it, in various forms."
"Oooh, various forms, whatever could you be implying?" There's her missing strip of silk. She sets about tying everything back where it goes in her usual pattern.
He grins. "Oh, like you don't know."
"I suppose I'll have to show you, eventually. Later. When we're not about to visit your parents."
"Yeah." She's pretty quick and practiced about getting her silks on. She starts fussing with a tangle in her hair, gives up, and combs it all out with a brief spell (it's not in English, but translates roughly to "flying ruins smoothness; fix my hair"). Then she gets her phone and dials her mother again.
Adarin is amused by useful magic! He thinks it's adorable. He's still getting shoes on while she calls her mother, but is otherwise presentable.
"Hi, Mom!" Isabella says into the phone. "Yeah me again - we'll be there really soon. I forgot to tell you that my boyfriend is, obviously, not a witch, so if you could be in silks the whole time I'm sure he'd prefer it. Yes I did. Yep. Adarin. Mm-hm. She's a kagu. You'll get to meet him really soon, Mom."
Shoes are finished being put on, then he retrieves a book and gets to working out the specifics of the teleportation spell. It's not going to be particularly difficult, but he's not good enough at this kind of thing to do it on the fly.
"Not as far as he knows either. Mm-hm. We're not in the air right now, Mom. No, Mom. I can fly, Mom."
More stifled snickering. Teleportation spell is worked out, and he goes over it a few times in his head to make sure he'll get it right.
"Mm-hm. We'll be there in just a few minutes. Dad's home today, right? Great. Of course we will help him get rid of fish from last Sunday. Love you too. See you soon."