Fletcher was more than okay with the idea of Pansy coming over. They hadn't really seen much of each other, and that might have been partly his own fault. He didn't want to intrude or bother her when she was getting better. Especially if her mind was out of sorts. It wouldn't do to have him being out of sorts added to her being out of sorts. At least, he didn't think so...Though, now it sounded stupid.
He glanced up at the sound of Pansy's voice, smiling some. "You could say I was in the living room, but then you could also say that I was in the kitchen." Once he said that, he apparated to the kitchen, just to amuse himself mostly before he peeked out. "Meaning, I'm in the kitchen. Tea? Something stronger? Tea with a little of something stronger to keep it company? I also have biscuits."
He paused briefly before saying, "Oh, and I believe there's something waiting for you. A hug or something. I don't know. It just keeps waiting. How open are you to this gift or whatever it wants to call itself?"