Lisle returned with a plate full of sanwiches. A<em>lot</em>of sandwiches, and she'd also somehow balanced a china teapot and three cups on there as well. It looked like she was about to totter over under the weight, but somehow, she put them down on the central table. It was anybody's guess how she'd got them done that fast.<br/><br/>"What's that? Why you?" she asked. "Well, isn't it obvious? A house like this needs a lord or lady! And it's not going to be happy without one! The same goes for the town....if a place isn't wanted by anyone, it loses it's way.....and there's nobody to protect it....."<br/><br/>Lisle tailed off for a moment, seeming to look over Rebecca's shoulder, even though there was nobody behind her. But then she seemed to snap her attention back.<br/><br/>"I know you're not seeing this place at its best, but there's so much to see here....and so little time to describe it all in. I do worry what might become of this place if nobody takes up stewardship. But this isn't the time to be maudlin, young Ladies. It's so easy to get lost in the past when you've been here for so long...."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Aidan</div><div class="spoiler_body">As you get closer to the door, the music becomes clearer--it sounds like jazz. And there are more details--you can hear the sounds of laughter and indistinct talking in what sounds like a female voice with an American accent, culminating in a riotous laugh--<br/><br/>--and then you open the door, and the room beyond is both dark and silent, with the familar sight of shrouded furniture in the darkness, with the snow pelting the window outside. Except for a small table in the middle of the room, which contains two flutes of fizzing champagne.<br/></div></div>