No books in the kitchen unless it's a cookbook. One I'm currently using.

[ He quickly adds that caveat with a sideways glance at Claude, just so his kitchen doesn't suddenly get inundated with every cookbook they own all at once. But he's grinning, amused by the easy banter, relieved that whatever's had them both a little off over the past several days seems to have eased up a little in the midst of the chaos of moving.

Setting aside a stack of plates he'd traded for in the marketplace, he shifts to drape himself over Hilda where she's propped on the edge of the counter, playfully flopping there. ]

Was that you offering to unpack everything else while I go soak for the afternoon? How generous of you, Hilda. Especially because even thinking about the state Claude's room will be in by tomorrow is so stressful, I think I might need a nap.

[ You're not the only one who can be overly Dramatic, Claude. ]