It was true, he had not asked. That was something she was thankful for though, because the truth of the matter was that she did not want to go anywhere. Initially she tried to make herself belief that moving into a new home could be some sort of new beginning, but it was becoming more and more daunting.
"My home is with you, wherever it may be," she said, smoothly and without missing a beat. That was the truth, even if she was having a hard time believing it. She was heartbroken, and not just because of leaving the Manor. Draco was grown up. Really and truly, grown up. Proud as she was, it made her terribly sad. She'd been distracting herself from it by working so hard to get back into the good graces of society, but standing there in their holiday-but-soon-to-be-permanent residence she was forced into facing every reality she'd been trying to avoid.
"You're right about the dining room," she went on to say. What she wasn't sure he was right about, was the idea of settling in. "Just make a note of anything you want changed. Will we be bringing any of the elves with us?"