His favorite space is in the garage. He's not in it as much as he used to be when he was a working mechanic, but when his wife gives him that look of disappointment that makes his stomach crawl and his brain feel like it's boiling, it's the place he goes so he doesn't fall into bad habits. The habits that pushed his daughter away. The habits he can't quite quit. The habits that keep the thoughts of his childhood away.
But Sophia can never know. No one can. That's why he stomps to the garage. So he doesn't inadvertently shout something he's driven down into the pit of his soul.
The garage with the cement floor and walls and the little hooks holding his tools in just the right spot. The garage with the bars running horizontal to the ceiling keeping the toboggan Sophia used to make him pull her on up and away from his tinkering.
Her favorite space is in her library. It is the space where she feels the safest and that she can work without being disturbed. Aislin has the most beautiful library. There are French doors on the both the eastern and western sides of the room so that when she comes into the room in the morning, she can watch the sun rise while she plans her day and in the evening she can watch the sunset while she unwinds and goes over what information/research that she has gathered during the day. She loves a cheerful room full of light.
Stuck in a hotel, she can only find privacy in the bathroom. White porcelain, offset with chrome features provide an unusual sense of calm. Though maybe that is due to the steady trickle of water, the rising steam, the fluffy bathrobe and towels, and the heady scent of coconut. With no one to dismiss her ideas, belittle or ridicule her actions, this is pure Heaven.