"The furniture?" She grinned, kicking at the side of the couch. "Perhaps first I will find a way to refurnish it, a new cover." If she could find pretty enough material, which might as well be asking for a way home. "I wish it were possible to change more than that. I should someday like murals or something else. I cannot abide blank walls." But she was being picky and hopeful, both at once.

She glanced between Jon and the furniture. "I will need to do something, I think? If you had your way, Jon Snow, you would keep me from doing any work."