"Norrin?" He genuinely hadn't though of that. "Hm. We'll call that plan B."

"Noooo.. nono. We'll age her up, give her what they love! A story. Mysterious old cottage between dimensions; tragic, haunted being in possession of the kitchen table! Lonely piper, condemned never to rest. She'll love it!"

Why yes. He's quite prepared to use this to solve the wee small domestic problem of a noisy kitchen. "They'll spend forever gazing into each other's eyes and being emo. It's perfect."