York had gotten tired of the party scene after an hour or so. There was only so much of that he could put up with, and he wandered away, thankful to find the relaxing environment that had been set up upstairs. He wanders in, grabbing a pillow and holding it to his chest, wishing he hadn't had quite so much to drink.

And yes, he's pretty tipsy, but he'd recognize that face anywhere. There's no surprise that registers—he knows Wonderlands' tricks, after all. He approaches without a word and sits down beside North. "Hey," is all he says.