"And here I thought I just picked whatever was closest to you," Natalie retorted lightly. For her. Her father gave her a look. "It's certainly nicer than mine," he said.

Abigail looked faintly amused. "Could that be because you just let yours stay messier?"

(None of them were actually messy by anyone's else's standards.)

(No, Jace, your standards still didn't count because they were insane.)

"Anyway," Natalie cut them off, "this office has worked nicely for me so far."