Hogar raised a brow at her joking looks, but then blinked in surprise when she gave him a hug. He was a bit stunned at first...hugs weren't exactly an everyday occurrence for him. And in most cases, he probably would of been smacking her away and get as much distance as possible. But, for whatever reason...he was just stuck standing still throughout the whole thing. He didn't know what to make of it, even after she was done with the hug...he still didn't know what to make of it. But, he found it better to just forget it happen for the moment and stood up straight, sighing.<br/><br/>"Alright, alright...jus' gleat, wonderful! I was jus' jokin', lass! No needin' ta git yer panties inta a twist, okay? No needin' ta spill out yer life story. Leave tat fer someone who gives a damn." Despite sounding serious about that, Eira would know that it was all a jest, no harm being done...just Hogar being Hogar. He reached into a pocket in his overalls and pulled out a spare cloth, which he used to rub his face down and then his hands. When he was done, he put the cloth away and nodded.<br/><br/>"Fair 'nough...so long as ye got somethin' new ta drink, then ya got some use ta me." He motioned for her to follow him as they left the garage. They immediately came into a hallway with a staircase going up to their right and a staircase going down to their left, leading to the basement. Hogar made another motion to follow and walked into the hallway that was in front of them, and to the second door on the left...into a room that looked like it was half a kitchen and half a dining room.<br/><br/>"Ye already know tis place up an' down, lass...make yerself comfortable." He already got himself comfortable by taking off his tool belt and put it on a counter away from anything else. He scratched at his scruff beard as he thought about what to make.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>