Blake shifts haplessly in the area he's designated for himself. "Dining table," he says, somewhat decisively, before moving in that direction.

As far as Darcy goes, in Blake's eyes she can do little wrong. Honestly, he wasn't accepting of help when she was offering so she can't and shouldn't blame herself. Unfortunately, it's always harder when there are loved ones involved.

Thomas takes one of the plates from her and narrowly navigates through the maze of furniture to a seat. He wishes he'd had a chance to take a shower before coming here, but since there's no turning back now, he figures they'll just have to deal with the smell of stale booze and who-knows-what.

"Why don't you get an assistant?" It seems like a good answer to the issues she's having. "Or is that— is that more red tape?"