"Yes yes, alright," he agreed hastily. "Though if you want, you can shred that box of stuff." He pointed to a cardboard box by the closet. "I meant to donate it, and just never got around to it. Something to keep you occupied."
He left the bedroom and came back to the kitchen. "Sorry about that," he said to Makaria. "Left the window open last night, and the wind knocked a picture frame off the shelf."