[ They'll need a rug to spread out in front of the hearth--something soft and plush so their bodies won't get too stiff and sore if they fall asleep lying by the fire. The place is rather bare at present, but the space somehow feels like it's the perfect size--almost like they'd dreamed it up this way. There will be time for them to add their mementos. An empty house, ready to be turned into a home.

He follows her down the hall, his eyes crinkling in amusement as they survey the bath. Without a hint of protest, he removes his cape and folds it, setting it on the counter, then stoops to slip out of his boots before finally climbing into the tub and taking a seat. He makes a point of sinking down a bit, stretching his limbs, making sure the dimensions are sufficient for his rather broad frame. ]

It seems that it suits me fine, but it isn't just for me.

[ Holding out his hand, he waits for Jill to follow his example, climbing into the bath so he can situate her between his raised knees and loosely drape his arms around her. He hums in soft pleasure, tugging her back gently to rest against his chest, nuzzling her affectionately once she's settled comfortably. ]

Here I was thinking we'd need to look at a dozen different houses today, and yet... I like this one. What say you? Shall we stake our claim?