"Good. I am living in the... Agreeable Apartments." She said the words slowly, frowning over the strange feel and taste of them in her mouth. It was no sensible name for a place to live, nor was it in fact a proper home in her opinion. Home was a hall, filled with people and a warm hearth. This was a bee's nest, a monk's cloister where people were locked away from each other. "There is a garden on the roof. I can cook and run a household as well as any woman."