There's a big stone table in the dining room. You could kill Aslan there.
I find myself conforming to my mother's OCD housekeeping when I'm here, just a bit. I put my toiletries in the drawers instead of scattering them over the countertop.
But I have a big untidy pile of books on the dresser.
Mom wanted perfect model-home children. But she's learning to deal with me.
This is my winter vacation. I have nothing to do here but rest, read, and write - which is why I came here instead of going home, where I'd be distracted by stuff to do around the house and feel guilty about not going to yoga and not going out exploring.
Rest, read, and write. And a walk every day.