He wouldn't be wrong about what's been happening on those counters, sorry Max. They've had a lot of energy to work through. They do clean up after themselves, at least.

"Mm. Yeah. Think Erin's the one worrying most about that with us." She almost goes to sit on the counter before instead sliding onto a stool, more for Max's kitchen sensibilities than her own. "Which. She's not wrong to. I do get... itchier, faster."

Not that Daisy doesn't worry about the reverse at all, but Erin was the first to say she couldn't live alone and Daisy's always been the... territorial, one. She never had a full-time cabinmate on the ship and she lived alone for most of her adult life, until being stuck in the Archives. Domesticity doesn't exactly come naturally.

"But— I'm handling it fine. Helps that we have our own spaces. And I can always just jump out a window and go for a run if I need to."