Stevie stepped away from the door to let him in, "Not much," she replied, brushing her stubborn bangs out of her eyes, "Just waiting for your lazy ass." She led the way down the hall to her room, "Roz isn't coming, by the way. Whatevs, her loss, more for us."
The were a couple bean bag chairs piled in the far corner of the bedroom. Stevie tossed two to the center of the open floor, and flopped comfortably into one. "Need anything from the kitchen before we get started?"