"You do that," she says, amused, and catches Nakia's eye out of the corner of her own. She shrugs lightly, as if to say tell you later.

Nakia shakes her head, then leads them around a corner and through an open door into a bright, airy room. Light spills in over a table and chairs through wide, west-facing windows and illuminates richly-colored wall hangings and woven rugs. The general air is one of warmth and welcome; there's nothing stuffy or formal about it at all.