“It’s going to be your living room as much as mine,” Beau said, and maybe her face brightened a touch more, just hearing herself say that. “It should look like it. So yeah. Absolutely.”

She stuck her fork into her food for a second, so she could reach over and put her hand on Karolina’s knee and give it a light squeeze.

“Do they mean anything special? I don’t think I’ve ever asked, but like do they have significance beyond sentimental value?”