"Yeah?" Molly asks, unsurprised but brightening at that. It's easy to do when she feels so much lighter than she has in such a long time. "I would love that, actually. I'll figure out what I'm doing with the furniture and everything — or, hell, you can help me plan the whole thing, if you want. I'm starting from scratch here." There's something exhilarating about that in its own right, too. The past hasn't been erased, and she and Jessica have talked about how she isn't going to be totally absent in Abigail's life, just a cool aunt rather than a mother, but she still gets a fresh start on all counts. No more trying to pretend to be something she's never felt like at all, no more existing like a ghost in the apartment she's never stopped thinking of as her ex-boyfriend's, no more getting looks from neighbors judging her parental abilities or lack thereof. She gets to have something that's hers now, and she's goddamn grateful for it. With so much freedom, of course she'd want the input of the person who's become arguably her closest friend here.