"I think I like this one better," Max said, once the agent had once again given them some privacy to wander the rest of the rooms upstairs without her. "At least the inside. And I think that matters more, doesn't it?" Max would never want the outside of his home to be shabby, or anything less than presentable, but he didn't really care what architectural features it had. "How much time are we really going to spend looking at the outside of the house?" Probably very little, unless they were in the garden.
Max pulled his list out again, reviewing it carefully. "I like the idea of having a table in the kitchen," he said. "When it's just us, we don't need to sit in a dining room." He'd like to have a dining room, of course, but he assumed that making sure Siobhan felt comfortable while she ate was important in her recovery, and it seemed to him more likely she'd be comfortable in the pleasant kitchen. "I don't know what we'd use a couch in the bedroom for, though. It would make more sense for you to have a dressing table, wouldn't it?" Again, that was more furniture than actual house. "In short, it seems like the more space we have, the more we can choose what we want to do with it, which is good."
The next house they were scheduled to see was one Siobhan had chosen, which meant Max knew literally nothing about it. "Where are we going next?" he asked. "Did you look in muggle areas, or magical?" Or both, of course.