"Can never be too sure." David replied, following her in. He took a moment to really take in the house, or at least, what he could see from just inside the door. It was quaint, cozy and definitely clean. Somehow he suspected that was Noelle's doing. Not that Cait struck him as slovenly, but Noelle did have that stick up her ass that made her seem like she'd be the OCD clean type.
David followed her into the kitchen and set the bottles down on the counter, still looking around. "Depends. I suppose if you're going to be passing out, you'll be more comfortable doing it on the couch than on the kitchen floor, yes?"