"Oh," he replies, rolling his head back to stare at the ceiling fan. His head falls to the other side before sitting up. "I like that one." It's a black, modern frame. Sleek. Simple. He's up and moving towards it. He checks the tag. "It's on sale." How they ever schedule sales here, he doesn't know. And he jumps, diving onto it, feet up, he's not a barbarian before rolling over onto his back.

"I think I like this one for me."