The true joy of a bad joke was result! Which was usually exasperated groaning or, as evidenced by what she was blessed with: A smile. Naal did, perhaps, come across a bit serious over text, but anyone who went as far as to call the elf "dour" would probably find themselves cursed for the next few days. Then again, she didn't have the most unbiased perspective, did she?

The invitation was barely out in the air before Nariko eased onto Naal's lap as if claiming something that had been waiting patiently for her. If she sat to one side then her legs still fell over the couch, but it was simpler to face the other woman without either of them suffering from the height difference too much. That, and it felt immediately comfy.

"Nowhere else, at all? Not in various positions or maybe in the bedroom, or up against a wall? I'd even be fine with ending up on the carpet." If the facetious joke earned her a smile then the purposefully dramatic wink while sipping at the wine was trying for a laugh, even just a chuckle! "Mm, but kind of? We lived with my mother as children, but I wouldn't say she contributed much. Then that home burned, and Nathan and I lived together for a while, and now he's in boarding school."