[ Never mind, he will not be buying her pie tins for her birthday.

Her fears are unfounded though as his gaze slides over, free of reproach or criticism. ]

You're fine. You can do whatever you want; it's your home too.

[ Even if the house is, on a technicality, registered in Dokja's name, it's become a place shared by all three of them, with all three leaving their mark behind. Dokja's clutter tidied up by Gray's neat hand, the streaks of drool Raisin leaves behind that always have to be scrubbed out. He's pretty sure Dokja would feel the same, if he were here. ]

I'm sure your friends [ including Dark 🙄 ] would appreciate pie as well, if it ends up being too much for the house.