Christ, Frye, don't they teach you good taste in all that secret business of yours? ["Secret business" that he's not supposed to know about. He skips actually answering this question about the desk, though, in favor of crossing his arms again and looking at Jacob - up at him, now that he's gotten a lot closer.

Hmm.]

Just trust me when I say it's worth the cost. [america wood] I could find you the record, if you really want to know.