"I could do it," Pietro sang at her for the millionth time as he set down another box. He could have the whole place set up in the blink of an eye, but then that wouldn't really been in the couple-y spirit. The painting at least, he had been allowed to whip through, and he had to admit, even if it wasn't the area he had originally envisioned for them, he was quickly starting to think of this place as home, "Just pivot them. Like- wait- what? You have to pivot a slot? Who made this?"