Not to mention you both were busy all week so guess who got volunteered to help haul in Hilda’s clawfoot tub up a set of stairs. [ He pauses to give her a playful scowl. ] I think I pulled something, actually. Maybe you two should move the rest of the boxes.

[ He groans and dramatically flops over the countertop, but the display is completely ruined by the grin still lingering on his lips. ]

And we all know we’re never going to see Claude’s floor. Ever. Which is why we’re keeping the door closed and I’m going to pretend that room doesn’t actually exist.