Erika nodded in response, part of her mourning the way the attic once looked- the familiar atmosphere she once grew up in and how it was so
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"I'd love nothing more."
Honestly, it baffled Randall how much junk he and Erika had to sift through in order to dig out that couch and that TV: When he and Emily first came to the Mansion, they had a number of worldly possessions, sure (all carried in a large steamer trunk, containing heirlooms and keepsakes from both their families), but they all paled in comparison to all the confounded junk the Black Widow had brought with her. How in the world did one woman have so much garbage, and how did she manage to stuff it all into one attic?
At any rate, they managed to finally find the couch (still cushy after all these years) and the old TV; it briefly put up a fuss upon being plugged in and fiddled with, but overall, it came back to life with relative ease, putting a smile on Randall's face as he looked back to his daughter.
"That was a lot of work," he commented (his old bones would be complaining about it for the next couple of days, he was sure), adding, "It certainly up an appetite, I'd say-why don't we go downstairs and get ourselves lunch, maybe some soup and sandwiches, and bring it back upstairs here. We can eat and watch a movie together, if you'd like."
Oh, how many days did he spent worked on a number of projects with the TV remote beside him, and a cup of coffee at his elbow? He especially did so when Erika felt under the weather, keeping her company while she was bundled up in a warm, cozy quilt, the two watching movies until she eventually dozed off, the combination of a bowl of hot soup, a little medicine, and the cozy atmosphere of the attic doing the trick...
