"I think it's still up in the air," Eames says with a slight smirk as he leads her through to the kitchen. It's a spacious room, the back all glass that opens out onto the garden. It'd be a lovely room for hosting a dinner if Eames were the kind of person who liked having that many people in his home.

As it is, it mostly seems like the space is for Boxer's benefit; the dog's claws clacking on the floor as he entertains himself with a toy. He looks up at the two of them when they come in, but it's no one new and no one dangerous so he's immediately back to giving that toy what for.

"Have a seat," he says with a gesture toward the table by the windows; it's dark out, so he hasn't bothered rolling the blinds down, and he busies himself heading to the fridge and cupboards. Grabbing the food, plates, cutlery, etc. To bring over.