Persephone smiled softly at the pet name. It was sweet, wasn't it? "I know," she replied, and she meant it. It was only a brief time that she'd known Donald, but already she felt like she could earnestly confide in him. And so she spoke of her idea concerning their living arrangements, not really caring that the tea on the coffee table was growing cold. The idea of actually building something she'd designed or completely remodeling a space sent a thrill up her spine, and it was clear on her face how excited she was about this new idea.