The hoodie placement was very sweet, and Grace clasped her hands together and half-bowed in appreciation.
Drinks, though, Rika, you still had Swiss Miss. Did Rika get home from work and pour herself a nice mug of hot cocoa? It was so fucking cute. Grace had never had a friend with that kind of aesthetic before, but she wasn't complaining. It charmed the shit out of her.
"Hmmm, I'm gettin' better at teleporting," she said, approaching the chair nearest the kitchen (but not the dining chairs, duh) and flopping sideways in it, legs beyond the knee dangling off an arm rest. "I can feel the difference, being in a pact. It's craaaazy, dude."