"You're welcome." Phew. Okay, good, Annie actually breaths a sigh of relief as she steps into the apartment, removing her flats as she did so. The size of the apartment doesn't escape her notice, but she doesn't say anything about it. That's really really rude, and she'd rather not be rude. Besides, she'd hate if anyone said her place was huge. Which, alright, it was pretty big, but it was originally a family home, and her grandmother owned it. The Crestas had a good amount of money, anyway.

Bare feet follow Ringer into the living space. If anything, the sparseness reminds her of Finnick's place. She'd only recently been adding some of her own touches to it- flowers, a particularly handsome picture of her and Finnick together that her grandma had taken, that damn formerly-cursed harp.

"Oh- wow, I was going to offer to pay for any takeaway, Ringer- you didn't have to. Here!" She starts to move back towards where she'd left her purse by her shoes. A bit of scrounging around has her producing a 20 pound note, and she holds it out. "Take it. Then maybe, uhm we can open the wine? Maybe find something to watch as, ah, background noise? And we can just... hang out? Sorry. I'm really bad at girl's nights. And, ah, being human most days, I think."