Ford was glad for the distraction of having a movie night, despite it being impromptu and involving a bit of unplanned straightening around the house. Not that it needed much, but it was ingrained in him (thanks, Mom) that having company meant a super clean house, so he'd done his part to make sure the place was suitable. He wasn't back to even his normal 80%, but he felt enough better compared to weeks ago that it wasn't too difficult to put away some things, do a little hand dusting (no magic), and then collapse on his usual spot on the couch after. It was Loki that alerted them to someone at the door.
He slowly pulled himself up to his feet, careful to give his equilibrium a moment to recover before he offered Andi a hand. Weak or not, he was still gonna be a gentleman. "Food on the kitchen counter, you know?" he asked as they walked toward the door. "Otherwise I bet we're gonna have two pooches with Chinese breath."