"We need a new realtor," she said with a murmured laugh as she tipped her head back to look up at him.

"This... it's nice, but-" She paused. "Could you see us with the kids here? God, I feel like if you brought in a keg, you'd be arrested for not being fancy enough." She had her hand wrapped around his waist under his kutte.

"We're not these people, I don't think. Maybe... he saw doctor and thought I was like... sports cars and... whatever?"

She looks back at the house - it's so nice, and Tara never thought she'd say a house was too nice - but it's so not them that it makes her frown.