[ They were much easier to distract when they were drunk. Maybe he should have taken them wine tasting before they went apartment hunting.

But instead of answering anything about the kitchen, he gives a quiet, dramatic gasp at that smile Hilda shoots him over her shoulder. Dipping down just enough that he can wrap his arms around her waist from behind, he lifts and spins her without warning, smirk playing at the corner of his lips. ]

Are you telling me you're going to stop loving my face if I turn into a lobster? How cruel, Hilda.

[ But he drops an exaggerated kiss on one of her cheeks before setting her back on her feet, his grin impish as he glances around the terrace area. ]

I like both those ideas. A big pergola here with some sort of ivy or climbing plant - or maybe even grapevines? - growing over it for shade. I bet we could fit a little seating area and a dining corner under one if we stretched it between these two walls.