Caroline looked around them for a long moment, taking in the absurd pinkness of the place, the gaudy Christmas directions that, yes, she and others had put up but which had been pulled directly from the inn's supply closet. At Darryl, hardly a person, more of a program. Then she looked back at John. "Oh, I don't know. You get used to an adjusted level of preposterous around here. How does the blue box work?"