"Mmhm, Kami Boisvert, six-oh-seven." Obediently, the petite brunette brought the treats straight to the table. Once they were safely set down, however, she straightened again and did a slow pirouette to inspect the room. It was dark, sure, but the pieces were classic, heavy, and fascinating. Prudence's styling sense was miles away from her own. She wondered how everything would look when the boxes stood empty. Reaching out, she trailed fingers over the butter-soft leather covering the arm of the sofa. "I love these old pieces," she announced, smiling in Pru's direction. This time the expression radiated with about half the initial wattage, more gentle and sweet. "They always have such character to them. Better than Ikea any day, huh?"