[ Julie wouldn't call herself a packrat, exactly, but she does have some magpie-like tendencies, collecting little baubles and shiny knickknacks that make her happy. Souvenirs from the places she's gotten to visit in Abraxas, gifts that people have given her. She has a loose shark tooth that needs to be displayed properly. So Geralt can rest assured that the shelves will be full soon. ]

Okay. Here, go sit, I'll get it. [ She hands him back the turnscrew, then goes to the kitchen. The yellowed cream tile is cool against her bare feet -- she's considering replacing it with something a bit more decorative, but hasn't made up her mind yet.

When she follows him into the sitting room, it's with a bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other, which she sets down on the table to pour. ]

Y'know, in my world, people had to build their furniture all the time. Like, it was just a thing you did. They'd sell the whole piece flat, then you'd take it home and follow the directions. But I never got to do that.

[ She didn't get the chance to be a real adult in her own world; there was no moving out and filling a cheap apartment with Ikea furniture. Julie had gone straight from her parents' home to New Vegas. And Sam had found most of the furniture for their flat secondhand, before Julie and Nadine got to Cadens. This is the first time she has ever had the opportunity to actually do these things for herself. ]