OOC: 'tis fine. n.n<br/><br/>He hugged her back warmly, smiling and nuzzling her neck gently. "Hey, babes. They're...good...?" he responded, not really understanding the expression. "Everything was fine at the gig anyway. We got someone up onstage and Ptricia ate them, which was great..." He continued telling her about all the things that happened at the gig and the amount of underwear thrown at him as they headed out towards his bike. He jumped on and passed her her helmet. "Let's roll."<br/>Chris's place was a short-ish drive from Fiana's shop, and they pulled up outside his apartment in a relatively short time. He yawned as he walked in, rubbing his eyes. "Mmmm. Want anything to eat, drink...?"