[When Avdol opens the door, he's still got their messages open on his bracelet and sweat beading on his forehead; still, he smiles and ushers Abbacchio in to meet the welcoming committee, who are perched expectantly on the lounge like queens. There's also the smell of tea brewing, definitely as close to chai as one can get in Lunatia; somebody's clearly needed some distraction this entire time.]

Make yourself at home! If there's not enough room on the couch, feel free to gently nudge the ladies along until there is; they take up more room than they need to, sometimes. I'll get you some tea, and you can tell me what it is that's on your mind.

[But first-- gotta swoop in and kiss the guest on the cheek, because that's the sort of relationship they apparently have. Just kissing between buddies who are maybe going on a date, maybe, yeah. And then he bustles over to the kitchenette, still very much flustered, RIP.] You won't disown me if I have milk in my chai, right?