"Stop it," Katrina told him, but she was laughing, too, so it lacked her usual bite. Despite the cool night she was warm and lazy from the wine, and everything was a little fuzzy around the edges, which meant she probably would've been fumbling with the keys anyway, but Finn wasn't helping.
She elbowed him in the ribs to give her some space, and finally managed to get the key into the lock. It turned easily, and she shoved at the door too hard, causing her to nearly stumble inside, grabbing hold of Finn's arm to stay upright.
"Oh," she said, laughing again. "Look. She left another present for us." There were shards of what had probably been a mug or a bowl on the floor. It was obviously Gigi's handiwork.