For the first time in three hundred years, I gave the order to bring in firewood. When the steward asked why a house full of things that don't feel cold would need a fire, I never did manage an answer.

• BartoltThere's no need to answer. I already brought the firewood in, the day of the first frost.
  CorbinEven I didn't know yet, that day.
• SerenaThere's smoke coming from the chimney. Start something you haven't done in three hundred years, and the household starts counting the days.
  CorbinLet them count, then.