Kryner figured Wednesday fit fine enough for him and figured after unloading the wood in the furnace room he'd sit down and admire the little armory he had effectively made for himself. It was hard for him, but he knew the baby wouldn't rest until they saw this place if he tried to keep it secret and with how rambunctious their baby was he'd not want to endanger them with all these things. So he was taking his last few looks at the shelves, the racks of artifacts, trophies, hunts, all of it and that didn't even cover the attic, but he had a solution since there was no way the bunker would hold all that stuff. He'd simply remove the ladder and seal up the loft so that it just looked like any ordinary roofing.<br/><br/>Coming back into the kitchen he was impressed how spiffy it all was looking and trod carefully across the half damp floor. "Looks good in here." Bourigard poked up from the living room and declared,<br/>"I haven't done bitching housework since I was still living with my parents, that was a long time ago." Kryner smiled thinking it looked great,<br/>"Well I'm gonna get the meatballs premade and marinated in the sauce and spices. Chill em in the ice box for a while so they are plump for dinner time then what would you two like to do?" He asked with a smile.