Will smiles too, feeling a little bit – nostalgic might not be the right word, but it's the closest he can get. He never got to pick out china patterns or anything, but it was the same sort of domesticity. “That must be nice,” he says, turning the mug over in his hands. Then he catches sight of the price tag. Ouch. He sets it down carefully, turning his attention back to the other guy.

“I'm still looking for an apartment,” he says. “Figured it couldn't hurt to start looking at things for it early.” Maybe not here, though. Not until he saves up some more.