Fin wandered off to what used to be the spare room, and returned with the binders and samples he'd gotten. There were quite a few, along with some magazines he'd grabbed. Nearly all of it was old fashioned and warm. Rich leathers, dark woods.

"It's so sterile in here," he said as he dumped them on the coffee table. "I used to like it, it was calming- It was like nowhere I'd ever lived. ...Now I can't stand it."