"No bombs, but I can bake with you, and then Hazel can complain that we've made a mess." He grins, as much at the idea of having a partner in mischief as anything else. Setting his hands on his hips, he smiles down at her. "You just tell me when you're ready to move in. Your room is… mostly finished. It's not painted, but it's intact."

Although he should do another check over to make sure there aren't any obvious fire hazards.