Lovely day for the world's end, isn't it?

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The interior of Dybbuk's house was decked out in all manner of decorations. Save for an angelic figurine, they were not especially Christmassy but then Dybbuk had never celebrated the Christian holiday as a child. Even so, he still harboured fond memories of the season because of it's closeness to Hanukkah.

In the early morning, he sticks his nose beyond the doorpost for what must be the first time in weeks.

"I'd expected more of a display," he said aloud to no one in particular. He remembered today's date.

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Alasdair nodded. "The Castle's nice," he said. "But sort of what I imagine university dorm living to be like, and there's not much point in living there all your life unless you work there, too." Which Alasdair didn't. He taught in Town.

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Dybbuk's university dorm had been pokier than the room of a 2. "Never lived in a castle, myself. Not for any length of time," he confessed. "You must have found yourself a place to settle?"

He had retained his fascination with architecture. Even the more modest buildings in Town were quite unlike anything on the Outside.

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"Not yet," Alasdair admitted. "I think I've looked at every vacant apartment in the Deck by this time. I've moved on to...houses."

Which was somewhat perturbing if only because buying - even renting - a house seemed so much more adult.