Tanya's POV
I didn't voice out the question my subconscious put into my head, rather I couldn't deny the curiosity it stirred in me.
"Yes Luna, I just mindlinked Daren to check if we've got any baby blue paint left," Tony murmured with a nod at my questioning look at this new information.
No wonder they rarely use phones,
"Before he gives a feedback we need to alter the arrangements," I informed, arranging the littered papers in a neat pile to place in an empty carton at the foot of one of the shelves.
"Abigail, help me pick up those books and rest them in this same carton."
"Noted." She bobbed her head in affirmation and went to do my bid as I returned to the desk.
"Tony, give me a hand," I gestured with my fingers before gripping the right corners of the furniture. "I want this shifted close to the window for direct natural light and breeze."
