[ He peers into the kitchen, looking to see if there are any sitting places in there. Then again, knowing these clowns, they'd be fine sitting on the counter. ]
[ He leans against Sholmes and keeps sipping his coffee. Finely comes in to settle in there, too. ]
I was worried, too. But I didn't want to let that get to any of us. Which is why I thought it'd be nice to have all that food, drink and the violin up there. No reason not to enjoy the company.
[He's usually a ball of stress, between role obligations and having people die every single week. It's just something he lives with. It's more Northern Nero than current Nero, but if he has to adjust he can and he will.
There are some slices of bacon tossed in. He'll wait for it to finish cooking before joining the other two.]
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