She nudges him as she pulls up to the large house. "Just think, when I first met you, you were living in a tent."

He laughs softly. "Yeah.." It clearly makes him a bit uncomfortable.

She sighs, snapping her fingers as she gets out and opens the door. Boxes begin flying out, "Go pick your room, your stuff will go to it."

"Okay." He heads into the house, looking around.

She locks the car, glancing around and nodding in approval before going to her own room.

He chooses a small room.

Suddenly the boxes pass his room and go into the room over, a large room with a long bay window overlooking the yard and a connected bathroom.

He jumps back in surprise.

She appears next to him, James next to her. "I knew you'd pick the worst room, you're so stubborn, come on." She chuckles, sighing and pulling him to the room she chose for him.

He follows her.