The room is a lot neater than her and Gideon's, and smells way better. Not that theirs smells bad, necessarily, but the potpurri is a totally smart idea. Tally wanders over to examine a bouquet. She hasn't been so utterly surrounded by flowers since the white weed fields.

"I guess you have to write them by hand, huh. Where's mass pings when you need them? Who's Lady Post?"