Zach chuckled under his breath. Sally-Anne had just the right dose of realism to make him a happy camper. He was glad she was here--he needed someone to keep him grounded.
Much like his friend, Zacharias stared around at the parlor. The furniture, the wall decorations, the rugs--all of it was exemplary. At first he thought of how much his mother would love to sell it, but he quickly brushed the thought aside. There would be no thoughts about work on a night that was about relaxation and enjoyment.
Sally-Anne's voice caught his attention, and he stopped, turned, then nodded. "I think we have one. If not, they're not hard to get. I reckon what you need most right now though is somewhere to sit, yes? We'll get it figured out. For now..."
Zacharias turned around and scratched his head. Where were the voices coming from?
When in doubt, shout. "Hello? Hannah? Justin?" He'd heard two voices and had been able to recognize Justin's, so obviously they weren't the only ones here.