"Yes, it is." A quick cheek kiss, and then he'll escort him into the basement.
Aside from the tiny kitchenette, from which the whole place is filled with the smell of spice and of chocolate, and the tiny bathroom, there's only the one room, separated from the kitchen only by the little counter that GK has plates and silverware set out on.
Tiny windows line the top of the walls, and bright lights line the vanity set over the small chest-of-drawers. The only other furniture in the room are a comfortable bed with an excessively old and battered Piglet doll atop the soft gray comforter, and a huge antique Victorian dollhouse, multiple stories and four feet high, behind which was a hook with an old-fashioned walking-stick hung on it.
GK hurried into the tiny kitchen. "Juice? Water? Soda?"
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