[Chrissy's full of laughter and squeals as he carries her inside. She's absolutely delighted by all that she's managed to create (even though she thinks to herself there needs to be more touches of pink) and is already considering improvements for later. But by the time they reach the master bedroom, she's light on her feet as she's set down. She's quick to pull away from him to look everything over.

This is their new home, and she's so pleased that he likes it. It feels like maybe they're just Chrissy and Eddie, back in Hawkins, and nothing at all has changed. But of course, everything has.

She's in the middle of touching at the silks around their bed when she glances over at him with a proud smile.]

I just tried to think of what you'd like.

[It's a painfully shy admission, more of the girl leaking through the monster. She tries out the bed next, taking a leap onto it. Falling back with her limbs outstretched, she sighs happily at how soft and comfortable it is. Everything outside of their home is dark and sharp, rigid and inflexible. But here, it's their own special place.]

I think it needs more pink though. And maybe some of my old things would be nice too.