In the study: Ziya P./Open
Finding the kitchen hadn't been that hard, really. Although it didn't seem like at the moment Audrey was in the kitchen, actually. That was fine, there seemed to be food and drink in the kitchen, and Ziya figured he could occupy himself for a time with eating food on someone else's dime, and despite the fact that he'd half expected it to all be pretentious hor-d'vors-y things, the pizza was, okay, pretentious pizza, but it looked good regardless. He stuck some on a plate, and went digging for some something non-alcoholic, finally settling on just grabbing water from the kitchen faucet into one of the cups nearby. He shifted out of the way of the food, and headed with the plate of several pieces of the flatbread pizza balanced on top of the cup. He stepped back, realizing that there was a room off of the dining room with no people in it so he stepped in, out of the way of anyone that might be looking for food and drink.
The house had met all the expectations, ridiculously large and immaculate. This room felt a little more intimate though sort of, with a desk, a large leather chair, and all those windows. In truth, Zi didn't care for them. Especially without drapery. He'd have felt exposed, maybe felt a little exposed right now, although it didn't particularly matter. This room looked a little more lived in. There were papers on the desk, a stack of books, and what almost looked like art portfolios, but probably weren't. He took a bite of the mushroom pizza and considered wryly that probably everywhere looked less lived in than his place where it had never really ceased to be lived in, just changed occupants over the past hundred years or so. He almost preferred his place, although he doubted this house ever leaked.
Setting the plate down on the desk, he wiped his hands on his jeans, and reached for the stack of books to look through what was being read, figuring you could tell a lot about someone by what they were reading. Maybe even a ritzy posh someone, because after all these were on a desk that was clearly used, not just on a bookshelf for show.