[why does he bother making jokes.........woe is Gregor.......But at least being around Rodya with her pet names and casual closeness is enough to steel him when Midnight decides to just. Touch his hair. Pet pet pet. This is fine. 'Darling' is fine. Just hold onto the bread and shoot Sylvain a grin that's a little too sharp to be all there.]

It's all good. What trouble is there, here? Apart from the obvious. Let's not talk about that. [The way his kid killed another person and all. She deserved it, no big.] All that matters is that I come bearing supplies, and maybe I can help look for the pink shirt! I guess? Here, no need to hold off--

[One bottle for the redhead, which he's going to insistently waggle until it's taken, and then another pointedly pressed right in Midnight's cleavage. Cold shock.] Start with this, then we can work on the bread.