So. Seeing the house in person went well. Caroline's in a Home Depot in Portland doing some browsing because there's a few things she can already tell she'll want to update. Nothing's horrible, but you know. It's a kind of rundown spooky farmhouse. It needs tinkering. And isn't that what you do when you own a home? You start a bunch of stupid projects you're never gonna finish?

She's got some stuff in a cart and is just kind of idly browsing for a bit. Oh hey, there's the big bathroom fixtures aisle. Yeah, Caroline is totally gonna just buy a fucking bathtub. Uh-huh. Maybe one day she'll put one of those big dumb garden tub things in one of her bathrooms. And a shower stall. That's fancy, right? Yeah.

There's a hilariously ominous one further down that's full of creepy shadows and it's kind of amazing. Is that too on the nose or just on-brand enough? Caroline considers hopping in it for a minute just to be a creep. She stops just past it to look at some really goofy looking faucet and then turns around and holy shit there's a guy in there. Caroline startles badly enough that she kind of half trips and catches her foot in the fucking wheel of her cart. "Ow, fucking shit!"

Yeah, that's dignified. Caroline leans on her cart enough to try and stretch some of the throb out of her foot. "Wow, what a nice lurking shower."