[It's good to know, about the tea at least -- Koby momentarily debates offering some of the chilled blood from the fridge, but decides to (wisely) refrain. The room is airy, light, a touch cluttered -- books and papers and charts covering the desk, more books stacked beside the bed -- but homey, with flowers in vases and an excess of pillows on the bed. These have been shoved aside for the moment, to better allow the assortment of clothes laid out -- some formal, fitted suits or shirts or sweaters, others more loose and flowing, running the gamut from masculine to feminine and back again.

Koby stands before it all, t-shirt that's surprisingly snug (he's been working out, okay) and loose-fitting jeans. He scurries over to open the door, offering a bit of a sheepish smile at the sheer mess.]

Thank you, again. Sorry about the, uh -- the clutter. I was reorganizing my notes when I started thinking about how I needed things to wear for the holidays and now I'm halfway through both.