"I like thunderstorms," she said. "We should definitely leave them if we have natural skylights." She considered what he was saying for a moment. "I don't think I'd want it right over my bed." Melinda was more of a night owl and small spaces felt cozy to her. "Perhaps in a corner or a few along a wall."
"I can try to work that in," she agreed, nodding. "I'll worry about ours first since I'm pretty sure if someone's going to feel murderous, there's going to be some warning. At least enough for us to be able to not die long enough for the other to get there. You didn't get that by being useless," she said, nudging his left arm. "And neither did I."