The place has a lot of glass windows—you know, melted sand instead of a polymorphic resin—and they don’t do anything cool other than let in light and let you see outside. There’s a device that looks like a Victorian steam engine but is apparently an espresso maker. The whole place is done up in gray hues and dark-toned wood, sharp-lined furniture slung low to the floor to emphasize the ceiling height. I guess the decor is supposed to impress women but it seems cheesy to me. I’m becoming increasingly concerned that John Barren is kind of a douchebag, which is upsetting.
