"A table," she explains, kicking the door closed behind Regan before she joins her in the living room. What she points at, though, looks less like a piece of furniture than Rosie feels it ought to at this stage of the process. "Trying to be, anyway."

Rosie grins again, blushing a little as she picks up the instruction manual. "I was trying to get these..." She doesn't know the sign for them; with a shake of her head, she points first at the illustration of the drawer runners in the manual, then holds up one of the metal pieces so Regan can see. "They go on either side of that gap in the middle there. Or...should."