Fleur shifted a now-babbling Fabien on her other arm. "I just thought we could sell the land, and use it to find a place for the three of us." She said lightly. "It's not doing anything." She glanced at him. "I'd need help if we got a place, I couldn't even be rid of doxies, but I wouldn't want you to think I was..." She gestured again. "Making you a servant again." She shrugged slightly. "Here, at least, I can help with things like laundry...or cooking, if your mother ever let's me in the kitchen."