[ sometimes your life is just political fantasy warfare. he politely does not point out that he also grew up in a city even though jason assumes he is a peasant bumpkin or some such. ]

It is, yes. But I was made more familiar with my time at camp. It had many... as you might call them, 'modern' amenities, like refrigerators.

[ refrigerators specifically. anyway, now that he's here, the full rundown of casa de dimitri:

It's a very quiet, clean room with a warm fireplace and some cozy fur rugs, stone walls, and polished wooden flooring. Outside the (fake) windows it looks like it's snowing, and it's cold nearer to the edges of the room. The entire space is too large for how little furniture is in it, and there's practically no decorations besides a Blue Lions pennant and a display of swords and spears, which are fake and attached firmly to the wall. There are a number of small portraits on the mantle of family, friends, and house members, though several are damaged, burnt, or blurry.

There's a large bed, dresser, and assorted other wooden furniture, well-constructed but spartan in design. Most of the cabinets are empty, and the contents of the dresser are mostly formal and black. The bed is very soft and piled with furs and royal blue blankets, but otherwise the space feels a little impersonal and empty. ]

This room looks similar to my chambers at home, though.