[ Takara paused, blinking at her, clearly having to actually process the suggestion. ]

... Break it in with whiskey? [ She asked, first, and sounded confused about it, before something finally clicked into place. Her skin was dark enough that it hid the majority of the resulting blush, but not quite enough to completely obscure it. ]

Uh - yeah. Yeah, my place. Is good. It's nice? It's bigger than my place in New York, that's... that's for sure...