[She tilts her head a bit at that; call it progress, at least he wasn't demanding she get a roommate, now. Even given the original, abandoned plans of finding someone to share space... Honestly, Cameron likes the second bedroom as it is. Undefined. An open possibility without direction. She could accommodate a roommate if she wanted; doesn't have to feel like she has to find one, as though something set is going to waste. Irrational. She's not going to try explaining that one.]

I couldn't find a one-bedroom.

[Which made sense, given the ticking-- why build apartments that didn't cater to multiple roommates? She pauses to consider what else could be done with the space, takes a bite of her sandwich.]

I don't need a study, and there wouldn't be much point in a guestroom, after all. It's not like people drop by from out of town.