Making a face at the suggestion of therapy, Cayde shrugs and straightens as he sets his own glass down. "Well, dishes won't take long with just these two. Sink's in the back there. If you wanna sweep some, you can try your luck with whatever glitter's sticking around."

He nods at a broom in the corner by the doorway to the back, flecks of shiny red and pink still stuck to it. "Don't try too hard, I'm thinking short of a vacuum that stuff isn't going anywhere it don't want to."