Light bulb changer, really, Cynthia? She chastised herself.<br/><br/>She craned her neck, watching his fur ball of a cat bat for his attention. Cats were such fickle things. Cynthia had tried more times than she'd admit to gain that thing's affection. She had snuck over treats, tuna, she even brought over a lazer pointer to use when Tracy was in the shower. But Mr.Grump, as she called him, wasn't having it. At least not from her. And fine, whatever, it's not like Cynthia actually cared. She'd just get a dog instead.<br/><br/>Dogs were much simpler than cats. They didn't knock over boxes of fine china for one, as Cynthia was sure Mr.Grump did. And they were hella more affectionate. She stuck her tongue out at the fuzz-lump as it basked in Tracy's attention.<br/><br/>"--Enough space for more pets..." she added, as Tracy listed off the pros of the house. She played with his fingers, still holding the hand draped around her as he talked. She hated to admit he was right, but he was. This house was peaceful. Nice. Just what they'd want, and need, if they were ever going to get one together. Not that they had ever talked about it, nope! ...But she knew him. And she knew herself. They could, and would, be happy here.<br/><br/>Light bulb changer, the fucking stuff that comes out of her mouth sometimes.<br/><br/>"A bit, yeah," she responded, shivering at the reminder. "S'just in random spots though, maybe it's draft or a few broken heaters or something?" She furrowed her brows, realizing in that moment that owning a house came with a lot of responsibilities, responsibilities she had zero experience with. How unnerving. "We can deal with that later. I was thinking." She sat up, unwrapping his hand from her neck as she went and holding it on their touching knees.<br/><br/>"Tomorrow? We forget the cleaning, the unpacking; I say we just head out, go to the  hardware store and lets get things." She paused, fumbling for the right words. "You're gonna need a man-chair, right? And we'll need some paint, if I have to look at this god-awful wallpaper for one more day I might puke, I swear those flowers are multiplying." Her speaking speed picked up, as it often did when she was feeling strong about one thing or another. "She left me some money. We could turn this place into a home, a real home. And you could pick out a room, make it a man cave, or a nerd cave; I don't care. And I'm getting a dog." She grinned, a small laugh bubbling from her chest. "My own dog."<br/><br/>Damn, having your own place and money was kinda freeing.<br/><br/>"And afterwards, maybe, we just drop it all off -don't even<span style="font-style: italic"> touch</span>it- and go out to dinner? Have some.... us time. Take a break from all this crap. What'd you say?" She squeezed his hand between both her own. "Yes?"