Cranberry juice was what Kevin had the most of, so he poured a couple of glasses and set them on the coffee table in front of the sofa, collapsing into the cushions next to Oriel (as close as he dared).
After taking a long sip to relieve a sudden case of cottonmouth, he tucked one leg underneath himself on the sofa, turned to face Oriel, and asked, "so what do you want to do?"