[ A very dramatic exhale happens when Hilda prods him as if she's wounded him, an old habit that never gets old (to him), and in 'retaliation' he reaches to lightly tug a lock of her hair he winds around his fingers for that purpose before letting it go. ]

So you're saying we get full control over picking out what else is going to go in the kitchen? That's a bold choice.

[ He's certain that's not at all what Sylvain meant especially with so much actual construction to go on. There's the matter of their rooms, the outside space - cost, probably, depending on what goes into that contract he's found he's already eager to have a chance to look over.

It'll be easy enough to write up their specifications for what they need or want, and it'll be something more than the standard inn rooms. The community there is one he's grateful for - and it's been long enough to branch out further into something they can make their own and he lets go of Hilda to turn now to look back through the doors into the loft. ]

I think I heard something about a clawfoot tub needing to go in here somewhere. Maybe multiple of them, while we're at it?