With wide eyes, she just looks at the room around them.
It's the bay window that draws her attention first, but she doesn't even have a chance to walk over before she's distracted by the curtains and the couch and the sleek wooden coffee table and the carpet and...
"Fuck."
She could practically launch herself at Spike and if he didn't have the baby in his arms she'd probably just do it, but as it is, she settles for walking back over to him and letting her arms snake around him for a moment.
"It's a living room," she tells him, completely unnecessarily but with a certain shameless amount of glee. "We've got a goddamn couch."
She missed couches when she was living in St. Bernadette's. Hell, she missed a lot when she was living in St. Bernadette's, really, and they were all things so easy to take for granted.
But there's an archway that leads to an adjoining room, and she's barely let her arms settle around him before she lets go so she can check it out, giving his sleeve a tug to urge him to follow.
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It's the bay window that draws her attention first, but she doesn't even have a chance to walk over before she's distracted by the curtains and the couch and the sleek wooden coffee table and the carpet and...
"Fuck."
She could practically launch herself at Spike and if he didn't have the baby in his arms she'd probably just do it, but as it is, she settles for walking back over to him and letting her arms snake around him for a moment.
"It's a living room," she tells him, completely unnecessarily but with a certain shameless amount of glee. "We've got a goddamn couch."
She missed couches when she was living in St. Bernadette's. Hell, she missed a lot when she was living in St. Bernadette's, really, and they were all things so easy to take for granted.
But there's an archway that leads to an adjoining room, and she's barely let her arms settle around him before she lets go so she can check it out, giving his sleeve a tug to urge him to follow.