[When Chapel entered, Grift was lounging on the futon, looking all for the world like a King who knew to relax even as a pauper. The place was small, and almost eerily bare, but he still delighted in it; it was far better than Temporary Housing. First thing he did was shower without being surrounded by other men, which was nice.]

Welcome to my domain! [Grift said, cheerily waving in Chapel's direction.] Don't believe in knocking, I see. Ah, well.

[On the table, there were rows of bottles filled with ambler liquid. No cups--he had thought it more important to grab all he could and run before trying to bother. There was also a bounty of winter clothing draped on the side of the second bed, as well as numerous small, strange looking things that looked fun to Grift when he went for a second trip. He collected items like a pack rat, and it had depressed him when it all went up into flames.]

The Wilderness! I made several trips. [With his cougar, who picked out a few more of the girlier objects, although Grift didn't object. Hell, he was wearing that lilac scarf right now. He grabbed a bottle by the neck, gesturing wildly in the other man's direction. Most of the cheeriness wasn't exactly fake, but he had seen at least the initial conversation on the journal and figured the other man needed a drink. It was the universal cure across the globe.]

Go on, sit and grab a bottle. These aren't times for decadence, but it's always time for a drink, [he said, sloshing the liquid about.]