Casey rolled his shoulder in a shrug.  "I'm hardly going to come over to your flat for the first time empty-handed.  I thought about a bottle of wine, but I figured you still had the one from the other night."  He stepped out alongside his fiance as the elevator opened.<br/><br/>"I don't think the Council would be lifting this punishment any time soon.  Mr. Stafford was a hero, and well loved.  And even if they did, frankly I think it's better for both of our houses if we bury this hatchet in a permanent way."  He said, slowing as they entered her apartment to take it all in.  It was more spacious than he'd imagined.  Little in the way of privacy, but-  As if reading his mind, his fiance mentioned the lack thereof.<br/><br/>He wandered to the kitchen, smiling at Evelyn's reaction to the chocolates.  His brows shot up at the key.  This seemed more real by the moment.  "I don't need much in the way of privacy.  The couch will do me fine for sleeping, 'til we can find some place a bit more..."  He gestured vaguely.  "Partitioned?"  He held out a hand to accept the key.  "I won't lose it, I promise.  And I'll give you a call before I come over."  He glanced to the food.  "We're really doing this, huh?  Getting married."