See, comments like that were liable to make Irene start taking measurements of their own ceiling-to-floor ratios back home. Who said only the nobles needed chandeliers?

"Would we need to involve a glass-blower, for chandeliers?" Irene wondered idly, shifting a touch closer in response to that smile and reaching to give Amaya's arm -- so kind of her to put on this show, darling, but mind the swooning folks surely left in her wake -- an affectionate squeeze. "And you know, I'm glad we came, too. Polite of everything not to change too much."

Though, again, surely Graham would have given them a heads up if the island had been engulfed in endless winter or sent to space or some other insanity.