[ Said cereal box model is currently spread out on Gansey’s pool table. This time it’s not Henrietta, but De Chima, and nearby there’s a few other boxes piled up. The rest of Gansey’s space includes a sofa bed, which has been pulled out into a bed and stays that way, and a few storage areas that hide his clothes. There are books everywhere, some new and some the older, dogeared kind that imply they belong in a library. Gansey smiles around at the place. ]

It is. It feels much more like home than our old government house. That’s Blue’s.

[ He points to a door in the ceiling, with a ladder leading up to it. There is in fact a sign on the door which Mark’s it as Blue’s and advises the boys to keep out.

That’s one rule Gansey disregards, with frankly alarming frequency. There’s also a futon off to one side, which is housing what looks like a very large fluffy cat bed. Gansey lifts this off to make space for Matthew to sit. ]

So, what do you think? I have to apologize for all the animals, by the way. They’re not mine.