"Ah!" Eliot steps back sharply, and laughs a little. "Terribly sorry my dear, I may need to indulge in more solid food, I've been running around with all this and the mermen and, ugh." He sips at his drink, a compromise instead of simply downing the rest of it, and sets the glass on a shelf. He's not sure he actually managed to sleep? Nothing to do about it now.

"But it's so good to see you, it's been far too long, and I hope last night wasn't too harrowing for you." He leans down to give Blue a hug, and grins. He hasn't had the opportunity to throw a party, a real party, in who knows how long. Events in Fillory always had a legion of officials to plan and arrange things, and before that...if nothing else, Darrow's given him chance to do things like this with intention, instead of just feeling like he's in a haze and flailing.

"What do you think, is it too Bohemian?" Eliot asks, gesturing at the decor, the eclectic odds and ends. "I feel like I have no perspective on what's normal anymore."