There was something about it that made Marian think of a nursery. How well suited this room would be for a wee bairn. (Marian felt grateful again that she wasn't pregnant, even if she did have the room for it now.)
She felt she could hear the waver in Will's voice and she turned to look at him and nodded, feeling a little overwhelmed by how much work he'd put into this. "It's beautiful," she told him. "How dare you call my friend Will Stutely useless when he can do this."