"Oh, um..." Will blinked, unexpectedly thrown by the question, or perhaps just Tuck's evident unease in asking it – the unease he knew he'd created. "Nah. I mean, yeah. Yeah, the couch is... um." God, get it together, you oaf. He fumbled for something to say to break through the palpable awkwardness. "Kitchen smells good. You been baking?"