*ha!* *hangs up his coat and scoops Mabel off the floor, rubbing her ears and traipsing on into the kitchen* *loves everything about the scene he walks in on—you, snug and kicked back with a book, glasses perched low on your nose*
*heads over to check the calendar (there are, like, five family birthdays today), squeezing your shoulder affectionately on his way past* Heya. When'd you get in?