"Harry," Thomas said, "What is this."
"A thaumaturgic working."
There was a short silence.
"Of course it is." Another pause. "Why is it in the living room?"
I waved a hand. "It wouldn't fit in the subbasement."
"It doesn't fit here!"
"I know that now," I said cheerfully, "But I didn't realize that before I started building it, and now it's too big to get outside."
An exasperated sigh. "How long is it staying?"
"No more than sixteen hours."
"Of course." Resigned, now. "I just have a question."
"Shoot."
"Where am I supposed to sleep, exactly?"