I figured you'd appreciate the surprise. Especially since the kid's been kind enough to hook us up for basically free.

[Husk doesn't bat an eye at Angel's lack of clothes, though he does roll his eyes good-naturedly at the innuendo since he's used to it.

He lifts his leg and finally pries the jellycat off, dropping it on its own feet where it meows loudly and walks over to investigate Fat Nuggets and Angel. He grimaces and wipes his hands on his trousers, then snags a bottle at random from the bag and walks into the kitchen.

Time for glasses.]

You can set the rest on the counter and make yourself at home. I'll get us served.