I have a door. [ Not that he particularly cares if she chooses to come in the window, it just might have been easier. Unless she was on the rooftops - she got here awfully fast. ] Food won't be here for another fifteen minutes or so, most likely. Also I washed glasses at least. [ Since she'd said rum. He holds one out to her when he steps to the couch, mostly dry but only as much as you can ever seem to get with a dishrag. Hers has no ice, his does. ]

We can drink to that as soon as you crack that open for us.