It's a lot at once, but Arthur's not sure exactly what he expected when Nancy opened the door. He had been tempted to turn down the invitation altogether, worried that it might be inappropriate to entertain the idea of friendship with Nancy, having not clearly established any boundaries or ground rules for the whole thing. She's young, far too young, and Arthur doesn't want to give her the wrong impression, but they're also involved in this whole supernatural business now and that complicates things. He wants to keep her as an ally at least, which probably means not turning down dinner invites without precedent.

He had thought maybe tonight they could talk some of that over, but when she comes to the door and wraps her arms around him and starts off with a lot of words and there's already wine on her breath which means the bottle in his hands will have to wait, but he doesn't worry about that for now. One question at a time.

"Yeah," he starts, gesturing behind him, "I walked you home before. And I'll just - " he puts the wine down on the nearest available flat surface and starts to take his jacket off. Once he's had a moment to think he smiles at her. "Smells good, whatever you've made."