A real party. With friends. Not some random get together full of half the city practically. I think I like the sound of that. [Better than some of the parties York drags him off to.

He reaches to refill their glasses, but a surprise kitten hops up on the table and scampers about, and somewhere between her playfulness and Malcolm's surprise, he accidentally spills from the bottle. Thankfully doesn't drop it, but there's a mess to sop up.] I'm sorry, I'll mop that up. [Just let him grab some napkins or something and yep no harm no foul.]