Lessee, you do the chimney like this and the arches to support the second floor like this and the many, many kitchen cabinets like this and the windows - hmm, rotate those 45 degrees so they fit in between the diamonds - like that...

Build in a few bookshelves, first-floor half-bathroom goes there, sink-stove-fridge triangle goes there right next door...pipe column like that, septic tank like so - eugh - greywater reuse toilets? - bathrooms (she has one for herself upstairs) have nice tile floors, bedroom gets a throw rug...can't forget the railings...how defensive-construction mindset should she be..."Eh, fuck it, if someone shows up here to attack us and actually gets in my house, everything's already FUBAR.  I'll just build something nice."

(This does not prevent her, however, from adding a few strategic places to hide weaponry, or take cover.)

Let's see, use the bookshelves to frame a comfy sitting area there, add a vaguely-defined electronic-entertainment blob inside because she doesn't know what exists locally yet, put a nook for dining in right there so it's readily accessed from the kitchen - hmm, the kitchen should have a stainproof floor, make a note to figure that out...linoleum might work, but eeeehhh...

"You mind making sure I didn't forget something blindingly obvious?"

"Is this intended to be off on its own? I don't see a place for a generator, if so - we can bury your water tank, that's a good idea anyway, but generators don't take well to that. And I'm not sure from this where you're planning on keeping your clothes, and you might want a workroom of some sort."

"Generator...Right, I do need one of those.  ...are solar panels just not worth your time around here, or are they not invented here?"

"They aren't as good as gravity-tangle generators, by several metrics."

"Ah!  I see.  Unfortunately the most common thing referred to as a 'generator' in my homeworld is an internal combustion engine, which does not go inside.  Let's see what we can do here - there's a few places I could certainly put electrical systems..."

Blocking out an actual space for the electrical system (and its maintenance), though, requires followup questions about its requirements and characteristics.

Daisy can't answer all of her questions, but enough for her to settle on a layout for the system at least.

"Are you going to want something to eat soon?" she asks when they come to a lull in the planning.

"...I probably should," she says, "though I might not notice."

"I'll get something started, then."

She goes to do that, putting some dough from the refrigerator in the oven to bake and setting a pot of lentils to simmer.

"...I'll finish this up then, shall I?"

And she finishes blocking out the maintenance spaces!

Daisy comes back over to answer any more questions she might have, but there's not much more to do with the blueprint; they'll probably be done with it by the time the meal is ready.

All according to keikaku!  What food did Daisy make now?

She's mixed the lentils with a scrambled egg and some leftover vegetables from earlier, with herb-topped bread, a pat of fresh-churned butter, and another fresh-baked cinnamon-topped cookie alongside.

"Oh, wow; have I yet mentioned that your food is a succulent exemplar of artisanal cheffery?  Because, damn, it is.  You know your materials and you know what to do with them."

Awwwww. "Thank you, I'm glad you like it."

"It's really good!"

And very quickly gone!

"Would you like some more?"

"Gods, don't tempt me, I can't work with the Flashes on longer missions because I will accidentally keep up with their eating habits despite not burning speedster amounts of calories...and this food is actually high-quality..."

"All right. I'm sure Pradnakt will let me know if I get your diet wrong, anyway - did she explain her powerset to you?"

"Not in much detail."

"She's a sensory specialist, in addition to the things that any Sith can do with the Force," she says, gathering up Diana's dishes to wash. "The Force is best with biological things, so her strongest skills are related to that - she can sense biological beings' emotions and medical status in very good detail as a matter of course within about a thirty foot range, and their presence and a vague sense of emotional and medical state out to about a hundred miles."

"...Wow, she'd be a godsend in disaster relief work.  Though that would probably suck to do."

"It hasn't come up before but I'd expect so, yes."

"Yeah.  I get most of that secondhand and it sucks.  I can't imagine what my home team's actual telepath experiences."

"According to Pradnakt it does get easier to ignore after a while, though it never got to the point of not bothering her at all."

"...that's..."

"...the part of me that does first responder duties feels like this merits a hug and-or a thermal blanket to wrap up in.  Except it's chronic, so that doesn't actually...work.  And would also be weird to offer now, anyway.  But still.  I can't imagine what that's like; it's bad enough knowing without feeling.  Knowing and feeling people dying around you...I can't imagine it's pleasant, even if it's something she's dissociating from nowadays."