Was he really mocking her cooking now? If she was a meaner girlfriend she'd make him sorry for that one. But there was also that it was true. Not her fault, she was pretty sure she'd only ever mixed potions or poisons. Not food. Coffee she sort of understood though. She thought she made okay coffee. "Oh terrible huh? Maybe I shouldn't make the coffee, maybe you should go without coffee. Might be the only way" she teased back watching him as he got inside the apartment and looked around seemingly happy. He was back, he was home. With her. And much as it was going to be hard, and probably he still wanted her blood. It was a step. It was something they could work on. They had a spare room he could stay in for a while until the potion really took hold and did its work freeing him from the cravings for her blood. He'd get there. They'd both get there.
If she got past being amused at drunk-him that was. "Yeah..." she said with a sigh. "I sold 'em, all the chairs. I figured why do we need chairs, they're really just a waste so I gave them all to a bunch of kids who said something about bonfires and burning. It seemed like the best idea at the time." She knew he'd get all worried and flaily even if there were chairs in both the dining room and living room, comfy chairs. The chairs he remembered helping her buy. "Hi" she replied wondering did he even remember about coffee or chairs. "I'm good thanks, all the better for having you back here" she told him.
"Now, Go lie down on the bed and I'll bring you coffee. Bed's clearly better than a chair" she told him. She figured he needed mostly to sleep off the drunkenness. Then he could have coffee and some kind of hangover cure. Because boy would there ever be a hangover. "Doesn't that sound like a good idea, you've missed our bed haven't you. Come lie down Sam" she insisted, taking his hand again to lead him toward the bedroom. Pity the leather wouldn't get its use. But there was always the morning. She could be the hangover cure. If he could actually function for most of tomorrow.
She might see about Epiphany and the hangover cure again. It had worked the last time.