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In the living room, for once, there is no sofa. Well, it is at the very least not in the center of the room. What is there is a table, set with dishware, silver, and candlesticks. Val herself, is flitting around in a corner where some type of warmer is keeping food hot. She's wearing a shortish green dress, flared skirt, and spaghetti-strap sleeves. Or non-sleeves, really.