She almost laughed from joy, feeding off the exuberance shining from Eric. It was hard to believe they'd almost shredded each other to bits several times over. How could they make it so that it was always like this, this easy? "Yeah, if you want," Amber said, not understanding his offer, but not really caring. If he wanted to help out in such a tiny way, Amber had no qualms. And even if it didn't make sense-- it was just grabbing a couple of glasses from the cupboard-- it was kind of... sweet. "Lemme dump this first."

Getting rid of her armful was a simple matter of walking into the bathroom and dropping it into the hamper. There was a lot to wash and she could do a load tonight, but it wasn't as if she were in danger of running out of outfits; tomorrow would do just as well.

In her slippers Amber shuffled back to the kitchen. She always had a couple of bottles of wine at hand, since the urge to sit around and drink or to bring home a one-night stand could strike at any moment. Ideally she'd have left the bottle cooling a while in the fridge before serving it, but if Eric was fine with wearing dirty clothes with no more than a bit of laughing at her expense, then he could deal with room-temperature wine. She pulled out a Merlot from a cabinet and opened a drawer, looking for the corkscrew. "What do you usually watch?" Amber asked, partially out of curiosity, but mostly to hear Eric's voice.