Didi hadn't paid much attention when she was assigned an office, but she was relieved to have one now. For one thing, it was a place where Time could get wrapped up in one of hi projects -- in this case, arranging her books in chronological order -- without making her incipient headache too much worse. (She loved her father. She loved everybody. It was just sometimes for her to love him when she only saw him in small doses.)

He harrumphed over her small selection of texts, while she sat at the desk and tried to radiate good vibes for any parents or students who might stop by. It was a harder exercise than usual, but she'd pull herself together if anyone came by.

[OOC: Open office!]