Rosie drives the last nail into the back and sets the hammer aside, inordinately pleased to have managed this much already. With care, she maneuvers the bookshelf upright; empty as it is, it's small and light enough for her to do that on her own, though she knows she'll need help getting it the rest of the way into her bedroom later.

"It's absolutely shaping up," she says, taking one of the bottles from Neil when he comes back. With a grin, she clinks the neck of hers against his in a sort of toast before taking a sip. "There's still a lot to get settled, but...it's already feeling like home." She looks over at him then, feeling at once both grown up and terribly young, sentimental and wholly sincere. "I'm so glad we managed this."