It wasn't horrible. It was a bit dated and she was hopeful that they could choose some furniture that meshed their personalities a little better instead of just going with whatever happened to be in the house. "I don't dislike it," Siobhan said, shaking her head. "I just think that we're going to end up filling the house with our own furniture. Things that we like together." She didn't want their home to be as cold and plain as Max's father's home, but she hadn't really put much thought into how they would decorate the home once they moved in.
Siobhan nodded. "He probably would," she agreed. She smiled at the kiss to her hand. "I want us to figure it out together," she told him. "I'm sure there's somewhere between your style and mine that we can happily find ourselves fitting in," she assured him. "We can start looking at furniture and all that once we've picked the house."