[ Tim doesn't find Robin lingering out by the truck because she's currently in the kitchen, carefully unwrapping, washing, drying, and putting away all their dishes, glasses, and silverware. They've kind of gathered a strange amalgam collection of different sets of plates and cups, mugs and shot glasses, big spoons and little spoons, but she's sorting everything as best she can.

She hears a familiar voice coming from the entryway and pops out to take a look, dish towel in hand. ]

Tim, hey! Thanks for coming. That's, uh... [ She comes closer to look at the scrawled handwriting on the box. ] ...I think that's Eddie's vinyls. You can put those by the stairs, I'm not sure if he wants those up in his room or in the living room.