Iddy Iddy Bang Bang!

Halfway between her chambers and his, there was a secret place, meant and made only for the two of them. It was a nook by turns bright or cozy, depending on the time and the weather and whether or not they had recently got tired of the window and disappeared it. There were shelves for their books and scrolls; a padded window seat wide enough to fit two, and several comfortable armchairs for when they didn't feel like the window seat; a latched wooden box containing food enough for weeks, spelled to keep all of it good for years; and in the midst of it all, there was very nearly enough room to maneuver without banging one's self against the furniture.