Delivery, [ambrose decides.] I'm ready to see your room.

[there's a devil-may-care grin with that. he leans in and kisses judar on the cheek, a token of affection that promises to be followed by an experiment or five in the next hour. he slings an arm around judar's naked waist and perches his chin on the other man's shoulder, gesturing toward the doorway with his eyes.]

I'll come down and get the food when it comes.

[the c-word arrives with a very silly smile on his face, his eyes crinkling as he says it.] Give the magical treats a spin in the meantime, what do you say?