"We'll see how it goes. Once she's moved in you can at least come say hi and we can go out somewhere." Rea shrugged. "We'll figure it out as we go."

Bucky nodded.

"Sounds good," he said. He grinned. "Still want me to stick around tonight? Or should I head out after dinner?"

"You can stay as long as you want, sugar," Rea said with a brief grin. "Might help me relax so I can actually sleep tonight."

Bucky grinned back.

"Well, I can definitely help you with that," he said.

"Good." Rea got up again to go check the oven. "And since you're staying you can help with dishes."

"I can wash pots and pans, no problem," Bucky said. "Probably not best to let me at the breakable stuff, though."

"I don't have much that's breakable, not that I use," Rea pointed out. "Plastic is it for me."

"Plastic might be okay," Bucky said, considering it. "It's hard to gague pressure sometimes, that's all."

"Yeah, I figured." Rea shrugged. "You can still do the pots, the plates are easy so I can do those later."

"I can handle the pots, no problem," Bucky said. He grinned. "Promise I won't dent them or anything."

"See that you don't," Rea said with a grin. "Or you'll be paying me back for them." She did wink before she got up again to check on dinner.

Bucky just laughed a bit and let her keep working on dinner. So far, the night was looking up.

Rea was good through dinner and dessert and washing the dishes. And then she poked his good shoulder.

"How late do you want to stay?"

"Up to you," Bucky replied as he finished washing the pots. "It's your place, so it's your call." He grinned a bit. "Though I like to think I'm not that bad a bed partner..." He waggled his eyebrows at her teasingly.

Rea grinned. "Well, if you're asking permission to stay the night, I suppose I could let you." She finished drying the last of the plates and put them away. "Long as you don't hog the whole bed."

"I'm no bed hog," Bucky said, grinning a bit. "I could take the couch if sleeping's all you really want to do, no big deal."

Rea rolled her eyes at him and grabbed his hand, tugging him back towards her curtained off bed area. Because he was being thick.

Bucky let himself be tugged along, grinning a bit.

The next afternoon found Rea, armed with boxes and tape and sharpies, making her way over to Chastity's to help her pack up and transport things back to her own apartment.

Chastity was already up. She'd slept badly, and was working through a pot of coffee as she tried to pack up her things. Her loom still stood, whole, over by the window.

Rea knocked before letting herself in, since the door was unlocked.

"Hey," she said, looking at Chastity for a moment. "I see you started already. That's good. I think I can get my hands on a cart to help us move stuff."

Chastity blinked when she saw Rea.

"I wasn't expecting you this early," she said. "What time is it?"

"Not too early, a little after one," Rea said. "I figured I should come see how it's going. Especially moving stuff, that's going to take some time."

"Is it one already?" Chastity asked. She made a face. "I've been up for ages. Lost track of time, I guess."

"Yeah, I kinda know how that goes. Well, tell me what needs doing. I can stack boxes by the door or put stuff in boxes or make new boxes for you. I brought a whole stash, I didn't know how many you already had." Rea held up her bounty of ready to make boxes.