I've never had a suite before, *Meg says, dreamily.*

I mean, it's always been rooms - first at home and then with Andrew, and then the Threshold, but that doesn't really count - and oh, Dieu, *she says, with a sudden sigh, looking up at Lilly,* I cannot think of anything that sounds better right now than toenail painting and hairstyling and - and sugar highs.