Max hadn't expected Siobhan to want to grow things she could cook with, but it wasn't at all a bad idea. Anything that could help with her recovery, that could help her eat, and enjoy eating, and believe that it wouldn't do her harm, were things Max would have all the patience in the world with. "I think we can manage more than a little herb garden," he pointed out, gesturing to the large expanse of garden. "We'll want room for a swing, and maybe somewhere to put one of those plastic pools in summer, but we can turn the whole rest of the garden into a vegetable patch if you want." He kissed her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. A huge rambling vegetable patch wouldn't be proper, wouldn't be what his father expected to find, but when it came to Siobhan's health, Max really didn't care that much what other people thought.
"Gorgeous," Max agreed, "like you." Not that Siobhan looked like a house, of course, but she did inspire in him a lot of the same feelings - satisfaction in the future they were heading towards. "Shall we go in?" The inside of the house was... colourful. Max wasn't too sure he liked the style of decoration, but of course he had to try to look past that. They made their way to the kitchen and Max looked around it. "It's a bit soulless," he said, disappointed by all the grey. "But it's a nice size, and we could have it refitted with more wood. I like the door out to the garden." He grinned at Siobhan. "You wouldn't have to go far for your herbs."