MJ's place looked like a bomb had hit it at first glance, to the fastidious aristocrat. But as she walked in and looked around, she realised that far from being disorderly, actually it was....<i>artistic.</i>Not just the paintings on the walls, but the whole room was arranged to make a statement. Everything from the mismatched chairs that were carefully positioned facing each other like chess pieces to the almost casually flung fur on the couch - the room screamed "Here is an independently minded person who does not follow convention." Even the playboy magazine in the rack was part of the statement.<br/><br/>"Wow...!" Amy said, genuinely impressed. "Er... We just ate?" She said in response to the offer of pizza. "I'm not that hungry right now. I think I'd just like to... get some rest." She smiled and walked over to the couch, sat down. "I suppose I'll be sleeping here?" She shrugged. "You have a very unique place, and I mean that as a complement. It's artistic, it's independent, like you."<br/><br/>Amy wasn't exactly sure why she was gushing like that. She was genuinely impressed, but she was normally quite reserved around people she didn't know that well. But then, she did know quite a lot about MJ, and yes she envied the woman. It must be so relaxing not to have to obey all the strictures of society, all the rules of etiquette and decorum. She smiled and sighed, then realised she was staring at MJ with a look almost the same as the one Denise used when looking at her. She blushed a little and looked away, instead stroking the fur on the throw. "Uh... Is this real?  It feels it, but they make such good quality faux-furs these days it can be quite hard to tell!"