The pretense of this dinner was anything but casual, but he was determined to make it as much. This was normal. Just him and Maxine, hanging out as they always did. They just both knew there was some amount of awkward conversation ahead of them. But, it would only be awkward if they let it be. They were both adults, who knew how they felt about things. Or, at least, knew how to use language to communicate complex feelings. Because as much as he didn't want it to be, it felt complex to him. Maybe it didn't have to be. Hence why it was best that they were going to try and discuss it.
Anyway! Ribs! Omg! He didn't mind Maxine roaming, finding it better than her hovering as he cooked. Not that he didn't appreciate her company, but she didn't have to feel like she had to help. Which he was glad she didn't. Anyway! The question had him glancing over to her. A million rooms?
"I think so?" He answered, having never thought of that.
"Is three rooms a lot?... Plus a basement?" He grimaced sheepishly. Okay. Well, maybe that was a lot of space for one person. But he also bought this house with the Sleuth in mind. In case anyone needed to crash or something. He didn't like making people sleep on the couch. Eh. At least it wasn't two, since the fourth bed was an office.
so i don't forget