[Chris is utterly unbothered by any lackluster hosting she might be doing; it's difficult to be a worse host than Josh had been, anyway. He gives her a small smile when she returns, taking one of the bottles and a glass.]
Thanks.
[In turn, he nudges one of the containers of food toward her.]
Might help with, you know. The doubtlessly impending hangover.
[Action]
Thanks.
[In turn, he nudges one of the containers of food toward her.]
Might help with, you know. The doubtlessly impending hangover.