As Sable bounces off to fetch some drinks, Miniver smiles shyly at Navi from behind his ridiculous hair.
"So. Hi. Yeah uh. I'm Miniver Cheevy. Kid there's mine, long story, whatever. Have a seat like, wherever." The place is littered with unmatching furniture all through the shelves and in nooks of open spaces. It's like a burrow, full of corners, some more decorative than functional, most more functional than posh, almost all of them cozy curiousities. Miniver disappears behind a shelf and returns dragging a beanbag chair that looks like it weighs as much as he does. "There's another of these back there if you want it."