Their meal continued companionably, but silently, both thinking over the topic at hand. As per their usual preference, they moved from the dining nook to their study, where the samovar of tea and dessert were waiting. Alexander filled and lit his pipe as he sat in his favorite Chesterfield chair - its leather a shade appropriately called tobacco. Millicent's own chair was covered in saffron colored wool. While she wasn't able to walk unassisted for more than a few feet, she made the transition from her wheelchair with the ease of long practice.

"I rather like your idea, Millicent."