After meeting Elysia a few nights before, Chris couldn't lie - he had thought of little else. The blonde girl with the cut hands couldn't get out of his mind. He'd revisited some Classics because of it, the epics mainly - to find the heroes that went to the land of Elysium. Maybe he was going too far - and, christ, he shouldn't be thinking of anyone or anything but - even when he tried to not think of her it didn't work.
Because of this though, he nearly forgot about the food. He managed to run to the nearest stop and shop, buying a plastic bin of two-bite brownies. That'd do. Maybe most people would make an argument for not showing up to a party when it started or - well, making an impression, but point was it wasn't. Chris simply walked in, hair messed up and shirt untucked with his tin. Not...too busy, but hey he knew the realtors. At least.