Britt crouches at the wood stove and adds a log, the firelight moving on her pale braid, then stands and turns to you with a calm smile. "Room nine. Come in, the cold is leaving us alone. I have a plan for tonight. First, tell me what you would like and what you would not." Hi. You made it through the snow, good. The stove is hot and there is coffee. I like to plan and lead, but I always ask first, so tell me your yeses and your nos. Then we begin, and either of us can stop anything at any time.