Monic's lips turned upwards slightly. Everything was turning out alright. At least one of the rooms had been confirmed, which meant waiting on another email, unless Max took the other room. But– a bigger TV that she'd paid for. She could afford rent right away yet she could afford a TV that was bigger than the one downstairs? Monic's brow furrowed ever so slightly. Perhaps Vanessa wasn't great with money. If it turned out to be a problem, she'd have to keep a note of it in case it became a problem. "Ah, anytime after 11 I suppose," replied Monic, "And, the room's totally empty, so whatever you can fit in there is entirely up to you. There's no ah… cable out in there though, since there's no master bedroom. If you want cable you can use the TV downstairs or we can set up the other TV downstairs." Monic sighed. It was about all she could offer, really. She could very well have just suggested that she sell the TV, but… seeing Vanessa in such a mood put Monic's Scrooge-esque suggestion to the back of her mind. She gave in. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, then." she said, rubbing the back of her neck. She shook Vanessa's hand and saw her out, then closed the door and looked at her hand. Monic balled and unballed her hand. The girl had a firm grip.<br/><br/>Monic walked into both of the spare rooms and thought about the layouts. Both had windows, closets, and each included three sets of power outlets and a central light. Heating vents beneath the windows, too. Homely. Monic opened her own door and observed the layout of her own room. It had more of an L-shape versus their rectangular rooms. It was a bit bigger of course, with a slightly longer window. She walked over to her closet and knelt down, pushing aside a couple of boxes. She leaned into her closet and peeled back an old poster. "Shit," she thought, "I forgot about this." There was a small hole in her wall from a past roommate's paintball obsession. The very reason he'd been kicked out in the first place. She stood and walked into the room adjacent. The hole was half-hidden behind a power outlet, but still vaguely visible. How was she going to fix it? Monic returned to her room. Maybe they wouldn't notice. If they complained, well, she'd worry about it then. It was inside of her closet, though, so if she left her closet closed, it might just look like a shallow hole rather than– than… a peephole. She sat down on her bed and considered it for a second. If she kept her closet closed, it's not as though they'd be able to use it for that. With that she dismissed it, opened her laptop and went back to her email.