"Beer and chips are definitely the makings of a great party." He agreed, though he didn't doubt some of the other things he could see in the bags Savannah had gotten would be much appreciated by those whose idea of a good party wasn't a Lakers game.
He nodded when she suggested emailing about more chairs. "I can do that, and I'll bring by what I have in my room before people get here." It seemed Savannah had things pretty much taken care of, and true to her word there really wasn't much to do. So Marty found himself leaning against the counter out of her way while she laid the cheese out on a plate.
He couldn't help the way he kissed her back, and that in itself was enough for him to know that he was an idiot about this whole relationship thing. "I wanted to talk actually." He told her. "I was doing some thinking last night and there are some things I want to tell you about." It seemed the easiest way to get her to understand what he wanted to say but fumbled over so spectacularly the last time they'd talked. "You can keep setting up if you want," He didn't want to get in the way of her party after all.