"Pudding is doing inventory on new supplies, Javert is on patrol, and Misty should be in the greenhouse. Now's a good time." They heft the oven a little more onto their shoulder, but bring it around behind the house rather than trying to haul it inside. They're not even entirely sure it will fit through the door.

"We'll hafta take that wall down," they say absently, mostly to themselves. "Expand the kitchen that way. Bring all the shit inside, then." Hell, they'll have to get it done pretty soon, too, before it starts getting really cold.