[Her mind is already racing through a hundred thoughts the longer she looks around, and she's only barely made it past the threshold and into the entranceway, but she turns to face him fully now, watching him in awe and adoration as his journal appears in his hand, and she feels the heat rising in her face, turning her cheeks pink.]

I... guess we should start small and work our way up, yeah?

[But where to even start on the smaller things!? She never had the opportunity to do any of this with the bar—everything was already there and laid out for her that decorating it was never a priority. And now, she gets to do it all.

Slowly, her eyes move over him until they land on his feet.]

I've always wanted... a cute welcome mat. Maybe... we could get a custom one? [She lifts her hand to make a pawing motion at him.] With little paws on it?