"Tile, maybe? I don't know how much it costs, but white tile that can be bleached really easily, and...." She thinks for a second. "Bright yellow trim, I think? I don't know." She chewed on her lower lip for a second. "I'm not really sure yet, I guess it depends on how much it costs?" The whole thing, she's still not sure of - hell, she doesn't know what she's calling it, still. "Not a mural, I think it would be too distracting." She likes it simple, she likes being able to just concentrate on the food, to lose herself in baking.
She definitely does lose herself, although she doesn't actually know she does it. It gives her this sense of peace that she can't even describe, to be able to let everything just fall to the wayside, to just slip into nothing because all she's concerned with is making.
"I'd love it if you help paint," she says with a slow smile. "I think the front'll be a lot more interesting when ti comes to that - I mostly want it to be easy to clean, back here." She smiles back, her eyes bright as she looks around the kitchen, and then he asks about a mockup, and her brows furrow. "I don't even know- I didn't even know that was a thing, really?" She laughs, even though she's making a face. "I swear, Spencer, I don't know what the hell I'm doing." She just sounds like it, she thinks. She's faking it, sort of, and just waiting for someone else to catch on.
Waving off his concern, she tries to reassure him. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I just-" She shifts, and levers herself up onto one of the counters so she's sitting on it while she talks to him, picking at the threadbare edge of her shorts.
"It's seriously not about anything, it's just... Do you- I mean. Is it...." It's hard to spit out, and she just kind of... frowns. "I don't think I'm really cut out for this whole... dating... thing." Her eyes flick up to his, and she's frowning some. "And I mean, I just- Uh." She doesn't actually know what she wants to even ask him, because right now... right now it's all sorts of messed up.
"Is that weird?" That's what she finally asks, even though she knows it's not, and it's not her real question - but she doesn't know how to ask him - him, of all people, self-professed man who says he was empty before he found Joel - what exactly she's doing wrong.
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She definitely does lose herself, although she doesn't actually know she does it. It gives her this sense of peace that she can't even describe, to be able to let everything just fall to the wayside, to just slip into nothing because all she's concerned with is making.
"I'd love it if you help paint," she says with a slow smile. "I think the front'll be a lot more interesting when ti comes to that - I mostly want it to be easy to clean, back here." She smiles back, her eyes bright as she looks around the kitchen, and then he asks about a mockup, and her brows furrow. "I don't even know- I didn't even know that was a thing, really?" She laughs, even though she's making a face. "I swear, Spencer, I don't know what the hell I'm doing." She just sounds like it, she thinks. She's faking it, sort of, and just waiting for someone else to catch on.
Waving off his concern, she tries to reassure him. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I just-" She shifts, and levers herself up onto one of the counters so she's sitting on it while she talks to him, picking at the threadbare edge of her shorts.
"It's seriously not about anything, it's just... Do you- I mean. Is it...." It's hard to spit out, and she just kind of... frowns. "I don't think I'm really cut out for this whole... dating... thing." Her eyes flick up to his, and she's frowning some. "And I mean, I just- Uh." She doesn't actually know what she wants to even ask him, because right now... right now it's all sorts of messed up.
"Is that weird?" That's what she finally asks, even though she knows it's not, and it's not her real question - but she doesn't know how to ask him - him, of all people, self-professed man who says he was empty before he found Joel - what exactly she's doing wrong.