"I think that might be better than what we have," Xanthippe offered with a little shrug. "I mean, just, my family? Like, my dad has Christoph Voorhees's pipe and some other junk of his that he keeps in his study because --" And here she adopted a deeper, sterner voice, trying to mimic her father. "-- 'it's our history, Xanthippe', but..."

She trailed off, glancing away, then shrugged.

"Doesn't really mean anything. It's just stuff that used to belong to someone with the same last name as me."