Peters eyes bulged in alarm at the mention of the peep-holes. He relaxed when she admitted she was joking, only to bulge again at her last words. He caste a long look at her, trying to study her face. The hell if he could tell if she was lying or not about the peep holes. Once he had some alone time in the cabin, he'd have to make a thorough check to see what the truth of it was. He tentatively followed her into the cabin that was to be his.<br/><br/>It was actually far better then he had expected. And she was nice, it seemed pretty nice. He sat down on the edge of the bed, testing its comfort before looking around at the rest of the cabin. He had expected a musty, dusty smelling log cabin, with hard bunk beds with stale mattresses. This, this was much more to his liking. He'd actually be rather comfortable spending time inside - whether on a rainy day or at night. If only it had a TV...<br/><br/>He let her pull him into the fully furnished bathroom and he smiled at her. "They're certainly nice. Much better then what I had expected, to be honest. And all to myself too!"