The new place needs a bookshelf and an end table and a few other odds and ends. Edward's at work, so Miranda's going to IKEA by herself in the pickup she keeps finding good reasons not to ditch. It's good they built one, she'd otherwise be debating between "but buying expensive furniture is the first step towards living paycheck to paycheck on four hundred thousand dollars a year" and "okay but solid walnut really does add class and it'll last forever".
The place isn't crowded, and it's getting less crowded; maybe everybody's flowing to the restaurant for lunch around now. Doesn't slow her down any.