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[Paytience]

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“I think I'm going to grab a chest and start storing some of my stuff here.” Paytience made the statement matter of factly and without hesitation.

“Oh you are, Are you?” Tor's eyebrow raised in question as he turned to face her head on.

“Yup. I need someplace to store my apron.”

“Your kiss the cook apron?”, he snickered.

“Exactly!”

“You don't cook.”

“No, but I can deliver with the best of them.” A huge grin spread across her face at that statement. Tor scanned the room around them as the mental calculations chased themselves over his mustache hidden features.

“Just how much stuff are we talkin'?”

“I was thinking half a house worth.” The words flew out in an effort to get his goat. That backfired on her when he replied that there was more than enough room. Taken aback by that admission she coughed and sputtered.

“Might be a good time to rearrange. You could give it a female touch.”

“Well it -is- a sty. But that's normal for a bachelor.”

“I'm not a bachelor. And it's not that bad.” Silently Pay had to stop herself from smiling from ear to ear on that one.

“No you aren't.”

Taking his hand in hers she pulled him to the second floor, and stood at the center as the rooms branched off.

“This is a kitchen. I know you are unfamiliar with it.” With a grin he motioned to the stone oven. “This is a stove.” Her eyebrows drew together and a frown creased her face. Her dark eyes alight with laughter. She put her hands on her hips.

“Just for that, I'm painting the whole house purple.”

Quickly he wagged a finger at her. “Don't.... You.... Dare.” Locking eyes for a moment they made their way into the bedroom.

“We will need a bigger bed.” Back to calculating space he began to clear it off. Halfway through agitation took over and one by one items began to get tossed.

“What's wrong?” She knew it wasn't the space issue he was too focused on moving things for that.

“I thought I put it right here.” Lifting a bedroll up and off the mattress she heard him give an “AHA!” Gently he produced a sapphire roughly the size of her hand. It shimmered in the candlelight.

Absentmindedly she rubbed the small of her back. “Is that what kept poking me last night?”

A low laugh escaped him then.

The night was easy. No pretenses, no guessing. And by morning not only had Tor cleaned out space for a chest of her things, he had cleaned out the whole third floor for their new bedroom. A man of very few words. His actions spoke volumes. Pay heard every one, clearly.