"Okay," she agrees, though not without a faint and rueful shake of her head. Figuring it out is exactly what she'd been trying to do all afternoon, and it hadn't gotten her very far at all. Maybe--hopefully--it'll be different with another person in the mix. Especially one as talented as Regan.

Pressing the instructions out flat on the floor in front of them, Rosie bends to study them more closely. "From the picture," she starts, tapping the illustration for the next step in the process, "we screw this piece onto the drawer?" She picks up the metal runner again, trying to align its holes with the pre-drilled dots along one side of the wooden slat that forms the wall of the drawer.