Yang had spent the few minutes Sveta was gone cursing her fate and trying to stuff the ever-growing desire to have Sveta completely into the deepest, darkest recess of her mind, lock it up six ways to Sunday and lose the key so it can never come out and terrorize her or anyone else again. She wasn't even halfway through that by the time Sveta came back, so Yang pretended the whole thing didn't bug her. "Welcome back. Ruby went to go see a movie with Weiss, so it's just the two of us tonight." She tried to make that sound as casual as possible, but in her current state, she couldn't have been sure how effective she was being. Twice in the time Sveta was gone, Yang had reached for her All-Present Relief - the bottle of Fireball Whiskey she kept away from<em>everyone</em>- but stopped herself both times. Getting drunk right now - especially on something that burned her throat more then liquid napalm - was NOT going to solve any problems... fact of the matter was, it would only create larger, more hilarious problems for everyone involved in the near-to-distant future.<br/><br/>"Feel free to get comfortable, I'm just doing some last minute... things." She was in the kitchen as she said this, so the implication was cleaning of some manner. Fact was, she was trying to stuff everything away. She knew it. She<em>knew</em>Sveta brought the damn cat pajamas. She<em>loved</em>those things, there's no reason she<em>wouldn't</em>have brought the cat pajamas. "...just gonna have to deal with it, Xiao Long..." Yang muttered to herself. "...easier said then done..."