Melinda was not dragging her feet. She was just introverted, a homebody, and there was nothing wrong with that. She didn't overly like change, and she could be stubborn as all hell about it when she wanted to be. She and Marek were tauruses, after all.
Which meant he could be just as stubborn and forceful, as he'd proved when she'd come home to find her room bare (except for the couch he'd threatened to burn). She knew, deep down, that it was probably good. They needed to kick each other along sometimes. Still, that didn't mean that outwardly she needed to like it, and some choice insults had been traded. She was mostly over it now, organizing a bookshelf with her things and his because his organizational system was stupid.
Melinda glanced over, catching Marek looking at her. "What?" she asked, looking back at the shelf and grabbing two books from the couch to put them in their proper place. She allowed herself a small smile and single nod of satisfaction.