The little booby-trap was a bit of a surprise, only because of the simplicity of it. But it didn't phase her in the slightest that he had a contingency security measure to endure the safety of his home. She had one; herself. Anyone attempting to break into her place would likely find being kicked out the window to be a deterrent. "That all depends on what kind of tea you have."

The apartment was sparse, not much in the way of knick-knacks or personal touches. Though, considering how often he was at the office as opposed to his home, it made sense. She went over to look at the picture, smiling at the dog. "Aha. The fabled best friend. Your parents look nice, Phil. Happy."