"I was never a spoiled rich kid," he sniffs, looking dour, then cracks up a bit. It's subtle, a softening of his mouth and a relaxing shift in his posture. He's back a bit to his old self, before Porsche. Cold and unapproachable.

"But I agree. Actual furniture is a definite thing on the list." Even if they have to make it themselves. Maybe. Technically he could hammer a nail into wood but would the pieces stay together? Probably not.