"I'm sure. It won't be perfect, not in just a few days, but I want to start turning this place into... a garden, I guess. A little retreat. I had a place over on Stoker that I made, with paper flowers, to take Daisy on a picnic. Got ruined with all the dust, but I thought there's no reason not to make it again where more people can enjoy it. I'll just wait to put anything up on the bulletin board until you get first crack at it."

He meanders over to one of the blank white walls, ghosting his hand over its newly-cleaned surface. "I'm thinking I'll paint this room like the Great Lawn in Central Park. Leave it pretty open. A good picnic spot, good place to go stargazing when I get to the ceiling."