After Lily had stepped inside, Thomas shut the door. He was proud of the what the mansion had become. The entrance hall was darker now that the hole in the roof was fixed. A surge of cold rushed to the rescue of the heated skins when they entered. For April it was already very warm.
"Of course, I'm from 1901. It has been... quite the adjustment living here. Come on, let me brew you a tea. The kitchen is this way," he said and indicated the direction with an outstretched arm.