Re: Max/Mercy/Nate- 7pm - Loitering in the Lobby
"Or how?"
Nate shook his head. From the look on his face it was clear, dreams or no, he had no inclination whatsoever to believe Max's tales. Decorations were one thing. Ecosystems and living creatures were quite another. Mercy's explanations made far more sense, and surely, he told himself, that was what Max had meant. So he kept an ear out for her agreement as he returned to the table, picking at the deviled eggs in search of a particularly appetizing one. The liquor sat heavy on his stomach, and it seemed wise to let something promptly soak it up.
"Apparently Stephan is as good with interior design as he is with eyeliner," he offered. "Or he's got a little horde of Keebler elves coming out of the woodwork to help him overnight." He cut an amused look to his sister. "I mean it's not the worst thing we've seen go down in our house, you know?"