It didn't bother Emmeline in the least that Kingsley needed things to be neat and organized. If anything, she occasionally felt slightly guilty when she forgot (or didn't quite manage) to put something back in its perfect place, but he hadn't gotten annoyed at her for it. And it had come in useful, in terms of being able to leave signals for him. There were signals for her being home and in danger, too, which she hoped she'd never have to use.
It would only probably irritate her if he ever insisted on washing dishes before something urgent needed to be done, such as a Patronus appearing calling them to help in a fight. Not that she expected a Patronus to appear, and she certainly expected that Kingsley's priorities would favor the emergency rather than the dishes. So it was more than alright. Comforting and endearing, even.
"Very true," she said, nodding. "It's very interesting, the way the removal of fear has allowed so many people who dislike them to be in positions that could be very useful to us." Including Kingsley himself. She knew the risks he took every day, and would have wished that she'd been given the chance to take those risks with him, if wishing were any use. There were uses to being believed deceased, too. "Although, it does seem like fear is starting to spread. I don't think that's only my paranoia."