There wasn't a wrinkled nose or unhappy face at the prospect of leaving the building. He wasn't entirely opposed to it, they went out every now and again, but he had really been looking forward to poker night. He didn't mind going out to dinner, or having a few drinks, or seeing a good band play, he just had been looking forward to having their friends over. Specifically because it had been so long since they'd been over.
"We could go out," he responded, "Make some new friends, trade in the old ones, do a little upgrading," he said winking at her, "We could invite some of our neighbors, report back to our friends and inform them that our building is just fine and we are not Cousin Marilyn from the Munsters." He said still musing over that particular description that came out of his friend's mouth.