With his seal of approval, she carefully folds the fabric for now. It'll have to be made into curtains, of course, and she'll need curtain rods and things. She hasn't really gotten rid of the shopping trip, just changed the objective, but the curtains she gets now are far nicer than anything she'd have found in the store.

"I shouldn't be surprised you have all sorts of things in your fabric collection. It's a wonders there's room for you at all in that room," she quips, setting the fabric down gently and throwing him a grin over her shoulder, "I frankly suspect to find you sleeping on the stuff some day. Bed forgotten."

She returns to his side, slipping her fingers through his just to have the touch. It's still a thrill to be so close, to call him what he is, to know he feels the same way. She can hardly help it.