She pauses, fork primed to spear a piece of sweet and sour chicken (it totally is, if you ignore the sauce is gooey and blue) out of the carton in her other hand, eyebrows raised.

"Most people run the other direction when a friend says they're moving," she observes, clearly teasing him, "but here you are offering to rearrange your schedule. You must really like being appreciated."

Her expression softens, and she gives him a gentle nudge with her arm. "If it doesn't put you and your coworkers out too much, I would appreciate some help. The realtor has a guy with a big carriage or cart or something but I might need some help getting things up and down stairs."