"They are wooden. Well ... they’re flex-treated lignin." Lorena shrugged. "Period furniture is all well and good, you know, but I draw the line at living like a barbarian." She lifted one arm in its striped silk sleeve and a gilt-edged remote control leaped from the wall and flew into her hand. She tossed it to him. "Will you drive for me? Find us some decent coverage. I’ve never been much good at that."