[O Christmas Tree has not yet reached its conclusion, and Sirius holds up one finger to warn Kate: wait just a moment. He gives the water a stir with the tip of his wand, how love-ly are your bran-ches, ritardando and long sustained final note--

And then he looks up at her, with a grin.]

Nah. This just makes it easier. Everything is so bloody same-y in space, even rooms. Look at this one, it probably looks exactly like yours, if you took everything out of yours. [Not that her room is messy. He actually has no idea; this is a guess.] I'd extend the walls if I could, but I think that might actually cock up the ship even more.

Anyways. Just snow, or should we try for some ice as well?