Dan was still setting up for the evening when Sam walked into the room. Not that there was much involved in that. There was stuff to drink (not just coffee) and pastries on the table, there were chairs set out in the usual pattern, there was a space to pace if anyone felt restless. It was as set up as it usually got.
He'd just started pouring his first coffee of the evening when the door opened, so he put everything down and turned to welcome the new arrival.
"Hey, Sam. It's going okay, yeah. How're you? How're you feeling?" he asked, crossing the room to go and shake the other man's hand. "I'm real glad to see you here, and I hope you get something useful out of it. Important things first, though, before we get into anything. Do you want a coffee?"