[ She's quick to lean into Sylvain's, doe eyes and eyelash batting in full force. At this point she's just playing both sides - not that she thinks either of them really mind if their past banter has been any indication. She didn't mind it either. Well, usually she didn't. ]

Or what if you wanted to combine some of the recipes because one has something you like over the other? The last thing we'd want is for you to feel lost while in the kitchen.

[ At Sylvain's next remark about her taking over the unpacking, her eyes widen for a second before narrowing and she immediately puts some space between them. Betrayal. ]

Claude's idea is a much better one. The clawfoot tub is big but it's definitely not big enough to fit all of us. [ But now that she's spoken it into existence, someone is probably going to try and test that particular statement. Her expression brightens suddenly, eager to move away from this idea that she'll be do any kind of unpacking. ]

Oh, I know! Why don't we go for Sylvain's birthday? That way we have something to look forward to once we're more settled.