Ah. Kind of like Grandma and her workshop. She never allowed Oren to clean it up.

[Iona carefully places Gus down on the divan. Oren, as if wanting to make sure this depositing job was as thorough as possible, sets about arranging Gus's limbs to make it look as if he collapsed on the seat itself to make it more natural. Iona's fondly ruffling Gus's hair.]

Cute kid. I hope the door stays apparent for him.