Maggie walked across the room and looked nonchalantly through the door to the laundry room. “Yeah, Chris… I don’t think there’s a hidden sex dungeon here.”
“Fine, but it’s still creepy,” he said defensively.
“I don’t know; I like it. I mean, it’s nice and quiet.”
“Nice and quiet? More like completely isolated. You’re going to end up with stacks of papers all saying ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.’ over and over.”
“Pfft.” Maggie walked past Christopher and up the stairs.
“Please don’t tell me you’re seriously considering moving here,” Christopher called after her.
