Octavius snorted at her smart ass reply of having a party. She was clearly joking. He was sure that he could pull it off if she really wanted to. He didn't think that she would behind his back though. He certainly wasn't really going to give her the opportunity either.
He let his book down and sat up a little, moving to get up from the couch when he heard her exclamation and the clatter of a heavy pan falling on the ground. He stopped when she said that she was okay but he didn't sit down yet. "Okay, you're okay..." he replied, sure that she probably was. She would let him know if she wasn't...wouldn't she? "How is my pan?"