If this place can make entire neighborhoods, it can make me a phone line.

[ Tess meanders through the kitchen, going through drawers until she finds the stash of takeout menus, all glossy pizza ads with big pictures and obnoxious fonts and special deals. She grabs the cordless phone off its cradle and brings it all to the living room. She tosses the menus in Ellie’s lap as she sits down with her. Feels like home, but then again, she’s got twenty years of creeping through abandoned family homes under her belt. She could be comfortable anywhere.]

We can get one of everything you think looks good. Pick.