Spot collapses shamelessly across Ayumu's feet, and Jeep's head appears on top of the refrigerator, rising from his tight curl in the padded basket Hakkai leaves up there for him. It's one of the few places in the house that, while comfortably accessible to a creature that can fly, is still too far to jump for the three curious cats. Jeep eyes Gojyo dubiously from his perch and chirps.

Hakkai, smiling, hands one full cup to Gojyo and another to Ayumu before settling into the chair next to Asshole with his own.

"Of all the many things that Sanzo priests are expert in," he comments mildly, "I think we can conclude romance is not one."

He lifts his cup, smile tilting towards wry. "Cheers."