"In my little hovel? Where would we fit everyone? It just seems like it'd be terribly cramped is all. No room for stretching out and cuddling. I guess we'll have to keep it as just us for the time being." He closed his eyes and took a sip of the ale. He felt not just it's warmth from the fire, but also the warm fuzzy sensation one gets when they can tell they're getting tipsy.
"So did you intend to spend the night? I can try and keep the fire going, and you will get the finest breakfast ever, provided you're a fan of bread. Just bread and nothing else."