He raises his hands to help steady the box but backs off when she has it under control.
“Just tell me if you change your mind.” He holds the door for her as she fumbles with the boxes. He quietly hopes nothing's too fragile in there.
The house doesn't look like it belongs to an axe murderer or Norman Bates. Actually it doesn't look like it belongs inside of the actual house. No mounted animal heads or disturbing witchy carvings (unless you count little touristy nick-knacks) and no animal skulls as paperweights. Quite a few of the furnishings are clearly secondhand but well cared for.
(Cooper is starting to find antique restoration quite relaxing, just about anything you can imagine shows up in these mountain thrift shops)
Heather never had grandparents, but if they had a mountain summer home, it might look like this. Warm colors, old furniture, lacy curtains.
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“Just tell me if you change your mind.” He holds the door for her as she fumbles with the boxes. He quietly hopes nothing's too fragile in there.
The house doesn't look like it belongs to an axe murderer or Norman Bates. Actually it doesn't look like it belongs inside of the actual house. No mounted animal heads or disturbing witchy carvings (unless you count little touristy nick-knacks) and no animal skulls as paperweights. Quite a few of the furnishings are clearly secondhand but well cared for.
(Cooper is starting to find antique restoration quite relaxing, just about anything you can imagine shows up in these mountain thrift shops)
Heather never had grandparents, but if they had a mountain summer home, it might look like this. Warm colors, old furniture, lacy curtains.