The smile helped. It made him feel a lot less utterly useless and helpless. At least she was smiling. And making horrible jokes. There was his girl.
He chuckled wryly at her suggestion. "Sounds lovely," he agreed. "I'd rather spend two weeks rubbing suncreme on you than this." Oh good God, he'd not just said that out loud? He was suddenly glad for the poor lighting conditions, even though he new Az would know how bright his cheeks were at that moment anyway.
Jean wasn't so worried about cleaning up the mess. It was a simple matter of finding someone on the staff to let them into a closet and fetch what they needed to clean up. He worked in a stable, a bit of glass and flowers was nothing.
She could deal with the blood though. Or someone else.
Gregory emerged from the loo first, looking no worse for the wear, of course. "Hey there, puss," he greeted him, then looked up at Az. Which was better than looking at the scrape on Nikko's paw. "What a way to ring in the New Year, eh?"