Janet eyed the catalog like Bruce had just handed him a tissue with a dead bug in it, sighing and flipping it open. "...It's better than I remember," she said with a begrudging smile, "But really, IKEA? I could find something custom, maybe extra tall, nice and- uh- sorry. Right, lets give this bad boy a good look. How big is the space?" she asked, waving Bruce towards a seat and curling up with the catalog.