"Thanks," she called over her shoulder, moving around in the kitchen. "I wanted it to look lived in, you know? Comfy. People can sit on the furniture and not worry about messing it up."
She pulled some glasses down, grabbed a bottle of rum and another of Coke, and managed to juggle everything back into the living room without dropping it. Thankfully. Glassware was a bitch to clean up. "No worries, considering you brought a boxful and it smells great," she told him, setting things on the table. "I should make churros soon, though. Everyone needs more churros."