The overall layout of the house was as such:
The small entry hallway he'd led her to pretty much opened up to a room with a large, brass bathbasin, large enough to hold three people and kept perpetually hot and bubbling with magic. After that, a wall with an archway led into a combination of a lavish bedchamber and a living room, complete with a magical fireplace, a plush two-seater chair in front of it, a nearly-full bookshelf that took up an entire wall, and a small table. The other side of the room had a bed, a dresser, and a night table.
Since Meradin needed no storage or bathroom, the bathbasin and the living chambers were the only two rooms in the small house, so they were quite spacious without being too immense.
Merradin stopped with the two of them under the living chamber's entrance arch. He gazed at her hand, marveling at how perfect her skin was. He looked back up to her face.
"Wine?"