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evie The kind of flawless I wish I could be Looking up and into the other room where he'd proposed the shelving, Evie hums to herself with a smile. "I think that's a good idea. Makes it easier to keep our personal reading close at hand." Though Sam had always been the librarian type, Evie hadn't escaped the love for fiction and romance novels. Something she and Deimos would never agree on, a source of eternal mockery that she thrives on. For a moment she merely watches him work, impressed as always by his myriad of skills. Occasionally helping by hastening away the remnants of charcoal off the sides where he had brushed them, keeping it neat and free of any risk of streaking. "We could definitely do it now, it'll let us change the shape and size. Though lugging a mattress up there is going to be a pain, no matter how strong you are," she snickers, squeezing at his closest bicep.