"Just down Harp Street, at the corner of Avon," she responded. It was neither affluent nor destitute; what it was instead was convenient, being close both to the theaters and the guild hall, and just above a tavern which delivered mediocre but adequate food at almost any hour. The time she spent in her flat she spent sleeping, so she didn't feel the need for anything larger, and if her mother consistently thought she was living in poverty and sent her money which she never got around to spending on something bigger, well, that was all right too. "I've half of the fourth floor above the Tipsy Sheep. I told you it was close."