She laughed deeply, pulling her head away. "Aww, Francis," she teased lightly, cupping his face in her hands.
She laughed against his lips, her free hand brushing through his hair. "You're going to have to do better than that," she murmured. "I'm immune."
He kissed the top of her head one last time before pulling away. "I'm going to start to set up the bedroom."
Something about the statement made her laugh before she nodded, heading towards the boxes. "I'll help."
She opened one of the containers and frowned, squinting down at their belongings. "Nope. Kitchen supplies."
There were stacks of plants within the box, a few of them with broken stems and spilled dirt, but mostly intact.