Seeing him smile at her like that, actually being happy even with being so ill recently, that just made Rebekah relax hugely. She wanted him to be a kid, to have a normal life and be a happy child, something he could never have in their own time, with a father like Mikael. And admittedly, normal would never really be a thing with the Mikaelson siblings, Rebekah was determined to at least protect him as much as possible.
"Yes, you can decorate the room," she laughed at the enthusiasm. "When you've got the energy for it, we'll pick out some furniture you like, paint it whatever colors you want, the whole works." Because that was just something she liked the idea of, a space in her home that belonged completely to him. She nodded, mentally comparing the various rooms upstairs. "There's two, possibly three rooms that you might like then. One has a really nice view over the garden, actually."
She stepped to one side, gesturing towards the kitchen. "I actually do, and I didn't even attempt to cook, because I figure burning the kitchen down would not be a fun way to spend a day." One day she would master the art of baking. One day. "How much chocolate are you allowed now?"