"Woo, Mardi Gras room." He grinned enthusiastically. His eyes watched Scar as she headed off to get some stuff and things, and he was pretty quick to finish up his meal; he had been starving. "Ooh, a shiny." Is his response to getting the key. He took it, and happily added it to his keyring. Which, really, is more of a charm bracelet if one looked at it; there was a comedy and tragedy mask on it, a death mask, one actual key, and one of those mini-keys that usually went with a strongbox or the like. Plus, a key to the theater; everybody in his troupe had a copy.<br/><br/>Jingle-jangling the whole thing around, he stared at it with captivation; this new key. This new addition. "I can totally believe she did that.  She's got a touch of the trickster in her." He responded to Sarah, still all smiles and lightness. He also gave his friend Martin a knowing look; during highschool, and college too, Puck was always the one who was with someone. Admittedly, none of his relationships had been that deep... some barely made it past the one month mark, but with Scar, things were different. It's not that Puck was a player or anything of the sort; a trickster, sure, but no cheater. He was just the sort of person who loved freely and openly.<br/><br/>Scar was, by far, the deepest relationship he had ever had in his life. And he hoped things would stay that way; which, as he thought about it, was sort of a new feeling for him. Stability. His life had practically been defined by a maelstrom of chaos, but now... gods, was he getting old or something? But no, no, he was sure this was a good thing.  He could still remember a few of the first dates he'd gone out with Scar; how affectionate they could be, even in public, and how she made him feel. Warm and toasty; like a nice fire in Winter.<br/><br/>His almost-meditation occurs as he allows his friend Martin to cross the threshold, as it were, with his own beloved. He smiled at that, too. Not the trickster's grin, but just... happy that his friend had found someone that could take his time up in the best ways possible. In college, there must have been countless times that he tried to hook Marty up on blind dates, to try and find him his 'other half'... and then, he'd gone and found her on his own. It was good.<br/><br/>Any anxiety he might have held over the past few days about this change were washed away. After the two lovebirds had their moment, and when he felt it appropriate, he went up to the door, turned it, pushed it open... and came in throwing up the 'devil horns' with his left hand, the peace sign with his right, and the silliest grin he could muster up; eyes sparkling with delight.<br/><br/>After she got her photo, he'd scoot his way over to Scar, and give her at least a smooch on the forehead, if not a full-blown kiss on the lips.