Much like before York settles in after depositing various sixpacks of soda, cider, and beer for his contribution to the tables before he loads up his own plate with snack type items. He's come in alone, Emu curled on his shoulder in a tiny ball of fur and feathers, before finding a corner in a sofa and stretching out to hold a seat for someone else. It's been awhile since the last night and after...everything? It's good to be able to sit back and just. Relax. For a little while.