Richard chuckled and shook his head. "Somebody who could tolerate me in more than small doses would probably be a good place to start. I moved into this big barn because we never could sell it, or even lease it, and it's just me rattling around in here."
"I know when they cleaned out the attic next door there was a collection of old lighting fixtures that had been in storage since the place was wired for electric lighting. Seems to me we put them all in the basement to see if any would clean up. I'll have to have a rummage around and see what all's there. My stove top and ovens are gas, and I haven't noticed any objectionable smells. Grill on the roof next door, too. Doesn't add any odd taste to whatever I'm cooking at any rate. If there are a couple of matched, good looking lights, I'll have them restored and put up. If not, I'll find something somewhere. What's a guesstimate to touch up the main area and do a work of art in here?"
He grinned. "Decadent would be good. Better than good. I admit to the occasional solitary soak after a workout or a race, but a tub this big does call for close friends and a little... decadence."