"And there are those lovely blankets of yours and the ones Iris made and I'll make some cushions - out of ravioli."

Gil has never planned a room before. His other one just sort of happened - piles of sacking and hangings of table linen and a dresser that sort of appeared one day after he'd admitted to Sirius that he kept all his bits in a heap in the corner.

For the moment though he's planning supper.

"I'd best get back to it," he says. "Is there anything special you'd like for supper? Or shall I just um - bring up some options?"