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"Think I should try and get it over with before I have a toddler to keep track off? Decorating's not exactly my thing, and as much as my mom would love decorating my apartment for me, I don't think she'd be willing to drive out here to do it," he laughed, pouring himself another cup nearly as soon as the waitress wandered by and set it down. He'd go to the hardware store tommorow then, and find some kind of fitting paint. And then he'd have to look for furniture, and maybe art. All that garbage that really didn't interest him much.

"That'd be great. I'd probably get distracted and start playing games with half the wall painted. I might not tell my mom till I have some ideas of my own. She tends to... Take over, any project she gets involved with," he admitted, "Last time I painted my room at home she decided to throw out all of my ideas and do the whole thing in beiges. Kind of bland, way too elegant for my tastes, but she seemed to like it." He had wanted it blue and white, nice normal calm colors, but no. Maybe he'd do the living room in those colors, just to get on her nerves.

"Huh?" The frat boy seemed a bit confused, "Well, I actually meant video games, but come to think of it, that'd be fun. The spots would be cool for a kid's room too. I might do that for her room, the soul I mean, once she's a toddler." There he went assuming again. "But I think for the living room I'll just use normal painting. Maybe sponge painting. I don't know, anyone around here that might now a good designer I'm not related to?" He questioned, not really all that confident in any of his ideas turning up the way he wanted them to.

"Oh? I got a few notes from him, Haki's father? I'll have to ask him sometime then," he said purposefully, "I don't think I want the apartment to be that cushy, but not quite as drab as it is now. A nice in between, you know? The only furniture I really have is... Well, what was in the apartment. Aside from a microwave and a mini fridge, I didn't really have much decoration for my room at the frat house. I had a desk, but I left it behind, too big for my car." A nonbiased designer would be nice, especially if they were willing to do the shopping for him. Labor he could handle, hours and hours in a store with a bunch of chattering salespeople, he couldn't.

He nodded, "Don't need to tell me twice, I've been hauling boxes up to the fifth floor for most of the day. I think it was best that I didn't end up bringing anything really heavy with me. Aside from the fridge that is. But even that wasn't that heavy, or big." It was true, none of the things he had brought were particularly bulky, it was just that there had been so much little stuff for him to drag up the stairs. "I might get some temporary furniture, you know. Like a toddler bed. Probably not a crib, but something with a pen like that, removable, for safety." And peace.

Though he was enjoying himself, the caffiene was starting to make him jittery. Another pot was probably pushing it anyway. One of them would probably go into cardiac arrest. Around that time, the waitress came back carrying his card and a reciept for him to sign. He scribbled his signature quickly before handing it back to her, then tucked the card away in his wallet. "Well, we should probably head back, if we get any more coffee we'll both be up till dawn. I'll give you my number when we get back." Realizing that sounded a bit odd, he added, "Just so you can call me if you need a drone to haul something heavy up those stairs for you, or watch Gavin for a little while. I could probably use the practice."

Getting up, Stephan grinned, "I'll look forward to something to do then. Even if it involves the totally new universe of toddler." Heading toward the door, he pulled out his keys, thinking for a moment. "Hey Remi, think you remember enough to drive back? I could if you don't want to, just thought it would be fun." Alright, so maybe it wasn't like, theme park level fun, but it was something if you hadn't done it in a while. And he'd have to do something with this car once he'd finished restoring his next one. It'd need some repairs first, but leaving it with its keys for whoever needed it seemed like an alright idea.

"Anything's worth a try," he agreed, tossing the keys her way, "And... That came out completely wrong." Well, some things were worth a try, other things were just weird. But that had another, much more personal, reason. "Just try not to drive us off a cliff." There weren't really any cliffs in the area, at least none that he had seen, so there wasn't much to be worried about.