He's learning! Eirene likes old things, architecture and the like, so the buildings on either side of his are given a thorough visual inspection before she even gets to his. The designs, some of them, date back to the Art Deco rage in the twenties and thirties, although there are same across the street built at a later date and left to moulder.

After setting the bag next to the couch, and deliberately not looking at the papers scattered across the surface, she eyes the space involved, mentally pacing through what the room could look like with more things in it (but not too many), and then peers into the kitchen. An absent snap of her fingers takes care of the dishes, and the little fridge garners a squeak of delight. Hey, it's cute.

And then she sees the pictures. Johnathan and Martha, expected. The Three Musketeers? Definitely. Her and Clark? There may be a sigh and a sniffle. "Mrs K took that one, didn't she?"