Even during the year that never was, no one was forced to live in kennels. Well, not really. Sure, the Doctor had a bowl that said 'dog', but he was a special case.

And there will probably be clutter eventually. Clutter of what remains to be seen. Lucy pulls a spare blanket from the linen closet (which doesn't actually have any linens in it, but no matter) and drops it on the couch next to Zagreus for him to sleep with. Look she's being a proper host. Sort of.

"I haven't really involved myself in the details of it, and I don't plan to. Had enough politics to last me a lifetime," she says, sitting down crosslegged on the bed to eat her own sandwich.