When Dad is a serious hunter, the menu and decor don't vary much.
And here is where we draw the pentagram every evening to give praise to our dark lord and enjoy a nice fire.
A sliver of sunlight, a pillow for your back, and your stories. Life is perfect.
I know, I know: BROKEN SPINES! THE HORROR! But you guys! Look how pretty! Calm your corsets, whif your smelling salts. It's gonna be okay. Look, ooooh, globe!
Don't let me do any drugs in this place. I'll convince myself I can fly and try to soar out to the ocean.
You're gonna singe your leather couch there with your ultra-realistic, I-totally-believe-it's-there fireplace.
You're a little early, I'm sorry we don't have any, um, cookies? For you. Would you like some leaves I guess?