"Yuppie like the fish," he asks, putting a hand on the cushion on his other side. He's up and following behind, trying to see if any couches speak to him - or what that would even mean. How does stuff speak to designers. How does a person just know something is right for their apartment or how one pillow will look perfect on a sofa or a bed. And don't get him started on bed pillows. Extremely pointless.

"How about that one," he says as he steps beside her, pointing out a longer red one with another perpendicular piece. (Hint: Lydia would not improve.) But, he likes it. It's ... red.