Mild success with a dash of cilantro.

[dracolicious]

Accompanying Shane and Charles for an afternoon of picking out a painfully eclectic mishmash of home furnishings is further testament to my bountiful supply of patience. My tongue may be permanently scarred from nearly biting it in half during the course of the outing, but I feel it was worth it to reassure myself that I have better taste than

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[boywholives]

Did Shane and Charlie finish up their furniture shopping, then?

[dracolicious]

Not really, no. But they've got a bed, and so does the baby. It's a start.

[boywholives]

...that's it?

[dracolicious]

More essentials for Amelia than anything. Shane refused to keep the furniture they've been using for her here when I offered. I think the two of them may actually be considering second-hand sofas.

[boywholives]

That's not so bad. I mean, if they're in good condition...what's wrong with that?

[dracolicious]

Potter! Second-hand! Sofas someone else has lounged on naked, or had sex on, or expressed posterior odors into! It isn't sanitary in a home with children!

[boywholives]

So...they can have it cleaned.

[dracolicious]

It's not the same. Fabrics retain more unhealthy spores and allergens than wooden furniture.

[boywholives]

Well unless you plan on sneaking a new one in there...

[dracolicious]

If one mysteriously turned up along with everything else on moving day, I doubt they would notice a thing. Pity the place will be occupied until the final hour.

[boywholives]

I think they'd notice an extra sofa that they've never seen before.

[dracolicious]

Not with the right combination of charmwork, they wouldn't.

[boywholives]

Or you could, you know, let them do this their own way.

[dracolicious]

Where's the fun in that?