6th floor kitchen- Thursday evening

[notconflicted]

Sia had spent her day slaving over a hot stove, and finally dinner was ready. She'd gone to freshen up and change into her best dinnerwear, and then began setting the dining room table. Surely the delicious smells wafting downstairs would bring people by any minute now, so they could all talk about their days and avoid upsetting subjects like politics or religion or the growing need for bomb shelters.

Come one, come all! There was enough pot roast to go around!

[Open! Get in here.]