Let the lamp stay, it did nothing wrong. Joshua hums again, at the shelving dilemma - maybe if zaShunina had posed in an ugly swimsuit for an hour the other day, he'd have 400 silver sitting around to do anything with including buy and install some shelves. But too little, too late; nothing for it now. Once there's enough space on the couch for Joshua to settle into, mercifully not throwing himself down with enough force to jostle the book piles, he takes a seat.

"Haven't you heard of e-books? Or are you one of those sentimentalists who likes to feel the pages?" He wouldn't be surprised, actually - there's nothing wrong with paper books, but there are so many in this house already, and only more on the way. Soon they'll have books in the bathroom, and nothing good will come of that.

He leans forward to grab the bag he left on the stack on the table, sitting back to rifle through it while he goes on, "In the meantime, you might as well tell me about what you were reading." Share with him.