Much looked at her for a second, and then a smile spread widely across his face. "In that case, it's your round forever," he said, waving down the bartender to summon more alcohol. If they were going to talk guilt that couldn't be budged, they were definitely drinking more alcohol, but in the meantime, Much kept talking. "Me and Will swapped living arrangements, and I have to pay actual New York rent now, which is a whole big pile of horrifying bullshit. Hey - you can come to our housewarming party. We're going to have a watermelon."