In a way, it really is the sort of bonding experience the deliveryman had said it might be--not that Rosie, even now, was inclined to find much to appreciate about the slightly condescending way he'd treated her. But they are having fun, joking and laughing and good-naturedly shooing Beau away from whatever bits of the bookshelf he's decided deserve his attention, until all at once they're nearly finished.

"I doubt this'd do much to help any kind of war effort," she says, giggling at the teasing nickname as she takes the hammer. "Though this has been a bit of a battle already, so...perhaps." Rosie flashes him a grin, then makes sure the thin plywood backing is straight before she starts tapping the nails in, one by one.