Isle of Ikea, Sunday Evening

[arboreal_priestess]

"So we're not leaving without getting a bed and some meatballs. Everything else is optional, but definitely those two things."

Verity had been threatening to drag Liam to Ikea ever since the giant snowstorm and she'd seen the empty expanse he called a bedroom. Honestly, Liam? A chair? If their physical relationship ever moved past the whole 'glowing cloud of purple light' thing, Verity figured they'd sometimes want a place to retreat to where they didn't have to negotiate with mice for a bit of privacy.

Which they couldn't do with just a chair.

"Also, considering the size of the store, maybe we should have brought along a couple of guide ropes and maybe a GPS," she added as the doors opened and she took in the sheer size of the store. Though maybe having the entire island being named for it should have given her a clue. "Uhhh...excelsior?"

[For the guy!]

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[arboreal_priestess]

"Probably because we've met?" Verity teased. "And you're a smart guy."

[firstofitskind]

"Correct on both counts," Liam said smugly. "So-" and that'd be the metaphorical light bulb switching on.

"Well, isn't that why we're here?" he pointed out with a smirk. "My roommates would at least leave us alone until the morning after."

With the possible exception of Reno.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Well, then we'd better decide on which one you're getting," Verity said, leaning in and batting her eyes at him. "Cause no amount of considerate roommates is going to get me to sleep in that chair."