Lives tied by the deepest of bonds

[Good afternoon, Luceti. Today sure is cold and windy. Who would keep the windows open in those conditions?

Someone in house 9, apparently. Someone in house 9's kitchen, as a matter of fact, as the smell of roasting beef carried by the wind is any indication. And yes, that would be the smell of roasting beef, for once, not burning or smoldering or undercooking or screaming beef. Yes, yes, that is indeed a miracle.

Why, Cecil's so proud of it, he might even offer some to whoever comes up to him and asks for a taste! ...Once they've satisfactorily explained what they're doing in his kitchen, of course.]