She looked over at him, raising one eyebrow and tapping her head against his shoulder playfully. “How many have you had?”
"Yeah, but..." She paused before shrugging it off. "I guess. But still, I shouldn't do anything permanent. Who knows what'll happen?"
She looked over at him, her expression affectionate. "You're my favorite person," she said decisively, turning to look back at the room. "I could hang stuff from the ceiling, then."
"It just doesn't seem like they'd have a very wide selection," he said with a shrug, starting that way.
"They have that third floor, remember?" she asked, following him. "I mean, there are furniture stores, but they're pricey."