Flatter me all you like.

Friday had been all about unpacking the clothes and personal items Sam had brought with her -- seemingly endless Alliance uniforms, a few nicer things, some datapads, a med-kit, her toothbrush. Those sorts of things. Yesterday had been the much less enjoyable furniture shopping. And today was dedicated to actually putting all that furniture in places of the house where it made sense for furniture to go.

Normally Sam was just fine with being a petite non-soldier with a respiratory condition, but today, as she surveyed the dresser she needed to haul upstairs to her bedroom, she wasn't thrilled.

[[for one!]]