"Where would we get a couch?" Meredith asks, looking up from her book, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she takes him in. She knows that walk, she knows the way he sounds. It's not like they haven't been doing well lately, enough so that it's not necessarily unusual for him to be in a good mood, but this is as different as it is familiar. It's with considerable effort that she keeps her tone light as she asks, "Where have you been anyway?"