That's what sweaters and shawls were for, damn it. She smiled a little at his choice as she straightened up but then saw just about where his head was. "You might want to watch out for the herbs drying," Catherine stated as she pointed to the ceiling, "Your face is dangerously close to some stinging nettle." After that warning, she went about gathering up two crystal tumblers and filling them with a rather expensive whisky that she'd brought from her world.
Once filled, she held out a glass for him. "The records are on the shelf just there," she gestured with a movement of her head towards a low bookshelf. The lowest shelf was just stuffed with records of all sorts - Pink Floyd, David Bowie, The Clash, The Who, The Rolling Stones. The shelf above that had journals and sketchbooks on it. The top shelf, which was mostly just the top, was covered in different sized crystal balls all nestled on stands and other sorts of smooth stones. Her actual books were elsewhere.