Max smiled. "Of course we will," he agreed, trusting utterly that they would be able to find a style that made them both happy. Their tastes were not, after all, really very different. "Maybe we should at least browse a few furniture shops," Max suggested. "If we get an idea of what kind of thing we might like, we can find a house it will fit in with." Some of the property listings Max had seen had been very modern, all glass and angles. He hadn't been drawn to them, but he hadn't disliked them either from the outside - but he was realising now that the kind of furniture they might favour would look out of place in such a house.
They followed the agent into the kitchen, and Max grinned. He'd seen photographs, of course, but the reality was better still. "This is lovely," he said. Maybe it was improved by comparison with the inadequate kitchen they'd just come from, but Max didn't think so. It was just a genuinely welcoming, warm space - and the furniture here wasn't nearly as dated or fussy. "Do you like it?" he asked Siobhan, sounding almost as hopeful as if he'd bought her an expensive present and wanted to be sure he'd gotten it right.