"Yes, yes, I understand," she says quickly as she lets him into the room, patting his arse not unlike what Y'shtola had done quite brazenly with Urianger that time in Rak'tika. "I promise not to embarrass you in public in a way that will get us tossed in a gaol cell."

No promises on anything else. But first, she's at least got the mind to put the things that require cold to keep longer away. So she stuffs her arms full in the interests of not making a second trip, putting things into the small fridge and eventually stacking them up when she runs out of space.

"There. Now... the rest can wait." Wherever he's decided to wait, Irhya saunters up to him and presses into him, looping her arms around his neck as best she can as she smiles up at him, tail twitching.