Anna and Hans
"Many times," Hans agreed, and he wouldn't dispute that. Anna's bed was his home away from home - though he supposed it was about fifty/fifty, split down the middle. She spent a fair amount of time at his place too. Now that he'd promised Caroline he'd have blood in his fridge too, well, Anna would be in for a surprise next time she went in there.
He slid an arm around her waist, tucking her against his side so he could lean in and drop a kiss on top of her head. "Saturday's good. Unfortunately it'll take some time to be delivered but we can just use mine in the meantime."
The strawberry and the fizz crackled and popped in his nose, practically, and he set the flute down now that he'd finished most of it - didn't take long. "Do you want to dance?" he asked, since that was the thing to do here.