Those little ways of twisting Reginal's old commands are one of the reasons why they love her, she's the closest person they have to a real mother after all. Every now and then, he wonders if she knows them better than they know themselves.

"A little. I'm working on it." Five gives her a rare smile. A sincere, if slightly tired, one. Grace had seen them all at their worst and never judged or mocked them, never called them weak for showing emotion even when they tried and failed to not break in front of their father. It makes it easier to speak to her and maybe she's one of the reasons why he started to talk to Dolores too, it reminded her of Grace.

After a soft 'thank you' for both the coffee and the fruit, Five takes a second to bask in her presence. He quickly categorizes the changes of today in her appearance as he munches on an orange slice, smiling to himself. He likes seeing the little signs of rebellion, of individuality.

"I was thinking..."Five starts, as voice casual as he can manage. "There's plenty of free rooms in this house and you don't have a bedroom of your own."

The last words are tinted with annoyance even if Five is trying not to show it. He doesn't know why he expected his father to actually be a decent human being and offer Grace a place of her own. If he's honest with himself, he's been tempted to just throw everything in his father's office and turn it into her room, partially to spite the old man. But Luther would have a heart attack and Five thinks it's better if Grace has a saying in this.

"You could choose a room and we could turn it into a proper bedroom, new furniture and all. We can move your favorite paintings there, of course."