[Trish's first priority is to place the steaming boxes of pizza and whiskey bottle on the counter before she ends up dropping them. She might be a demon, and far from clumsy by any means, but hot pizza is hot pizza and she only has two hands. Second is closing her door, tossing her keys in the direction of her couch and making sure it's locked. It's a habit, even though she's used to doors being broken down instead of broken into.

Which brings her to the third important thing, which is currently laying on her floor. Trish just looks down at her with a sigh, hands on her hips. Where to start.]

Oh no, you come over you at least gotta sit on the couch. Besides, if I didn't want to notice you would I have gone out for food? [She prods her side with a boot before taking them off and heading into the kitchen.] So, what's your poison of choice tonight. I figure you deserve the really good stuff.