Quin smiled to himself, humming out a pensive little note, though cast her a little look about being in the way, as if he would ever think that. "I would like you to come, I think your input is more important than mine, you'll likely spend more time there." He assumed anyway? Quin would be changing his working hours of course, far fewer early mornings and no late, late nights, but he would be gone most of the day, most of the time, and he wanted her to enjoy their home.

"Not to mention I haven't lived in an actual house in a long, long time. You'll have a better idea of what works." Quin had been in the flat above the shop for a long time now, he forgot what it was like to have an entire house to look after. "I'll see what I can find and let you know." He felt better for having that conversation as it had been weighing on his mind since he'd thought of it. "This whole getting married thing requires a lot of thought and organization." He chuckled, realizing he'd lived as a bachelor for far too long.