"Ah." Brooke blinked. She hadn't actually considered that. Her father had given her a very posh little apartment - so much better than the dumpy little one on One Fifth Avenue she'd been sharing with her mother. But truth be told, an hour's commute...

"It's moments like this where I wish I was a teleporter," Brooke said lightly. "Although I don't imagine that would be good for your skin. Or flying, for that matter, though that would also be hell on your hair." She smiled graciously. "I'm sure you can relate to that. If possible, I'd like to go back and forth. Stay here doing the week, go home during the weekends...that sort of thing. I mean, if that would be alright with the staff here."