She might catch the beginning of an entry albeit viewed upside down, as he pauses while writing. "It's rather like the gothic tales I read as young teenager, only far stranger, since we're living it." The sight of her snuggled with the canine might soften his smirk a bit.

"I'm jotting a few observations, though once I find a house of my own, it will give me a foundation to build from. A roof of my own as well as some private space in which to work and build a library. But also with a bolthole for the times when the place turns stranger than I can handle on my own."