Cleo keeps her diary hidden.
This is a necessity in a house full of men and boys, although to be fair she’s almost certain that neither Tir nor Ted have tried to broach the sanctity of her room since the last time she caught them. Pahn wanders in now and then, though, and Gremio never lets a door stop him when he’s hunting down stray plates and cups from his kitchen. She doubts they’d ever read her thoughts, but blushes at the thought that they might. And if Master Teo ever looked inside… Oh, my!
Cleo keeps her diary locked.