Sera arrived before Felix had finished preparing his welcome.
She carried the signed remit, a case of testing tools, and her own lunch.
“Where can I put these?”
Felix indicated a chair.
The chair supported a stack of approved manifests.
Barnaby looked down from the beam. “Essential administrative support.”
Sera waited.
Felix moved the manifests to a clear shelf. He had intended to explain the household’s sensible precautions before she encountered any of its actual furniture.
