"Why wasn't this the world when I had to do, you know," he didn't like talking about the deal he made, "we both know this is so much grimmer," he smiled at her, teasing, kissed her quickly, but then moved over to the food, looking it over, "Damn Tessa, perhaps you should be a party planner."
Seeing the beer he picked one up, took a sip, then looked around, letting out a low whistle, "this sure beats were I've been staying at any day of the week."