Scott was in the kitchen, as a matter of fact. He hadn't been unpacking boxes (he probably should have been), but instead was just shoveling them all into one big pile back against the oven-- even boxes marked 'bedroom' and 'living room'. He was quite happy with the success of the show and was looking forward to doing a quick tour to make sure that they had funds to keep up with the rent on this new place- but other than that, Scott was looking forward to settling into a normal life here in New York City. That was why, in spite of the need to live out of hotels when they were traveling, Scott had put a deposit in on this apartment.
It was a simple, unelegant place, but it was big enough for the three of them (three because Oberon only counted as half, and Barda was at least one and a half), with high ceilings so Barda wouldn't bump her head, and convenient places for step stools for Oberon. They'd even managed to find a Barda sized bed for her to put in her room-- which was probably the first room she'd ever had to herself. For Scott, getting his own room had been both thrilling and terrifying those first few weeks... he'd always expected someone to charge through the door at any moment while he was sleeping. He'd grown used to it, but even now he didn't mind sharing the other room with Oberon (who had somehow managed to talk Scott out of getting them bunk beds).
He looked up from his absent minded stacking when Barda came in with the couch and left the kitchen at her call, "In here." He said before he appeared in the living room from the kitchen.
"Uh... I don't know-- against the wall maybe? What do you think?"