Laughing quietly, Jules manages to keep rubbing Huan's back and shoulders with her feet, now that she's straightening up to hold the glass without risk of Tragic Spillage. "That would require my not stealing him first," comes her light reply. "I've always wanted a dog, actually. I might have to get one here."

A sip of her champagne as she listens to the others, settling back on her seat. "Mmhmm. Getting a chance to go out works well for all of us. I've been looking forward to it." And dreading it. A bit of both. "This is delicious, by the way-- but why was your week so bad?"

It's rather nice, actually, having a chance to just sit and chat. Rather surreal, still, but definitely nice. If unnerving. And ever so slightly terrifying, underneath that all - the champagne really will help.