Ganymede let himself be- well, shooed into the living room, albeit carefully, trying not to spill any hot chocolate all over himself. He'd been around enough steaming hot beverages that he felt he could relax, but still, there was always the memory of the first burn or two that kept him very delicate with his motion.
He grinned, and found a seat on the sofa, patting the one next to him in invitation. "I can bake pretty decently, but that's about it. Other than that, it's either sandwiches or ramen." he shrugged. "But I've honestly never even tried to knit. How'd you manage to figure that out stoned?" he giggled, blowing a little onto his hot chocolate.