"It's a little cramped," I agreed, pulling the pan from the oven and giving it a bit of stir. "You need more room to write. I need more room to avoid writing," I added wryly, grimacing as I shut the oven door. I'd had a bit of a lull in my publications, and I was sure it hadn't gone unnoticed in the department.

"We can start looking in the new year, after the holidays die down?"