Living room is fine by me as long as there's someplace comfy to lounge on. Elsewise, your suite and I'm totally stealing part of the bed.

[He doesn't bother trying to fake a smile for her, but he does hold up the liquor with a lift of his eyebrows. Two bottles, enough to get them all at least tipsy, and maybe drunk, depending on if they mix it or not.]

I see the cat is doing well.

[He shifts the bottles, reaching a hand out, acting like he's going to poke its nose, but his hand dodges those paws. Of course, tonight even Paintbrush comes with a hint of melancholy. A grey stray whose neck he'd snapped as a sacrifice. He'd given so much, given everything, and he'd still lost.]