Being slid into the chair, Rorie giggled slightly as he did his best not to fall into the floor before Garret stood up. "Fine, you got bond with Max some more and we'll make sure the houses are full of apple crates and rabbit eared tvs," he said wrapping an arm around Garret's waist and giving him a hug.
Mal dropped his hand when Garret pulled away, knowing fair was fair. If the hound didn't want the public display, Garret was allowed to not want it. "I may be old-fashioned in some ways, but I can assure you one of the houses will be fully equipped with all modern appliances. Except for a fireplace." It would come in handy on more than just a romantic evening, he knew.
Returning the hug to Rorie, Garret gave Mal a small, suggestive smile. "Funny you should say that," he remarked casually. "Your house has five of them." It was an old farm house that Mal was getting, incredibly old, definitely the kind of place that would need fixing up. But at least he and Max wouldn't get cold in the place, not with their internal body temperatures probably being in the low hundreds. "Anyway, you ladies have fun." And off he went, grabbing his sandwich and going into the living room, setting himself on the couch next to Max, whose eyes were glued to the set and completely absorbed in the misadventures of an underwater dish sponge.
"Five?" Rorie said looking at Garret funny. "Why do you need five fireplaces?" He asked confused as he blinked. Shaking his head, he rolled his eyes at Garret before going back to Mal. "A few times, when I moved back in with my parents and when I moved out with Finn," he explained to Mal's earlier question. "Nothing this big, but I figure it can't be too hard."
Mal smirked when hearing just how many fireplaces there were. Perfect. Garret knew just what to look for, but he still wanted to check it out on his own. Returning his attention to Rorie, Mal shook his head. "Depends on how big the house is, what needs remodeling and how furnished you want it to be. Just the basics or all the way down to decorating. We'll work on your house first, then mine. I'm pretty particular with what I like." Looking back at the table, Mal picked his forgotten sandwich back up, starting to finish the last half.
Ooh, Spongebob. It was a lot better than Garret had imagined it would be.
"Okay, that works," Rorie nodded. "Mine looked pretty up to date, but I can always call someone to come check it out and stuff. I mean, it'll probably be a few weeks to a month before we can move in, but hopefully there won't be a lot of stuff to be done to update everything. I mean, Extreme Makeover can do it in a week, we hire the right people a month should be the longest, right?" He asked, unknowing of how contractors could work.
Mal shrugged. "It's likely that there won't be much remodeling needed. But if we find the right company and throw enough money at them, we can get it done in a month easily." Glancing towards the living room, hearing the tv, he smirked. "Should we go rescue them from the tv or do you want to keep talking about this?" Garret seemed to be sitting next to Max, but the kid was short enough Mal couldn't tell for certain.
Spongebob was good, and the sandwich was good. The company was... quiet, for now, and that was good. Still, as intriguing as the sponge and his star friend were, garret was still half listening to the conversation in the kitchen. "Two weeks tops!" he shouted back at them. Crews could work fast and if paid more, could hire more people and work faster. It stimulated the economy. Plus, there was no force in the verse could tell Garret Foss he couldn't have what he wanted when he wanted it. It just didn't work that way.
"Shh!" Max hissed, shooting Garret a sideways glance. "No yelling with food in mouth."