"Can do. ...Jules, I think my dog is going to steal you." Huan twitches his ears in reaction, like he knows she's talking about him. Hasibe pours two champagne glasses and puts about a double in one shotglass, distributing them as required.

"I really appreciate you guys coming over," she says, sinking into one chair, legs crossed at the knee, "my week has just been awful, and I can definitely use the night out."