In a hole in the ground, behind a round yellow door with a simple bronze knob, there is a parlor with pegs on the wall for coats and a wool runner for boots. Every room has a small larder. Every table is situated toward good light through the recessed windows that look on her gardens and projects. Scrolls pack the study, along with wrapped gifts and trinkets in trays. Tea is always on. One would never be able to tell this is not a common halfling house—which is entirely the point of her living so.
