Edie starts peeling back tarps. They largely conceal more expensive objects.

There are so many expensive objects.

"Man, this house is something else."

"It's kind of ridiculous."

"Little bit! But in a cool way."

"I guess."

"I'm not even sure what the point of some of these is supposed to be."

"Yeah, like, who keeps a tiny Gothic mansion in an alcove in the wall of their bigger more impressive mansion... oh, hey, I think that's a cuckoo clock," she says. "Hell of a cuckoo clock. But it's got that big clock tower and the doors look like they move."

She snorts. "People with more money than taste. Or sense."

"If I wanted a Gothic mansion cuckoo clock, I'd want that one," says Cass. "It's kind of badass. But I can't say I've ever wanted a Gothic mansion cuckoo clock."

"I mean, none of the objects here would be near so ridiculous if there weren't so many of them."

"True. After the, what, tenth beautiful antique cabinet full of painted plates, it's just like, did you really love painted plates that much? Maybe somebody did! I don't wanna judge the painted plate collectors of the world! But I dunno, they don't seem all that cherished to me."

"If there was one thing Grandmother was not good at, it was cherishing things."

"Sucks for grandma."

"Yep."

"But she did collect some cool stuff."

"I guess."

She looks at the Gothic mansion cuckoo clock, and thinks for a bit, and then conjures a cute little vampire plush doll with stubby arms and stubby legs and a black felt cape and white felt fangs. This she perches atop the clock tower.

"Awww."

"I think it's much better now."

"Agreed."

Cass laughs.

"So is that one permanent, or...?"

"Yep!"

"Good."

"Want to go find more neat stuff, or are we done exploring for the day?"