[The sound of the door opening gets her to pocket her phone and push off the railing, ready to present Nanami with his pick of drinks, when she looks up and comes to a stutter stop. The sleep marks coloring his face, the bedraggled hair, the comfy, dressed down clothing — what a rare and privileged thing it is to see Nanami looking like anything other than cool and collected. It is always a nice picture to glimpse, even if the current cause isn't exactly pleasant.

Youko laughs softly at the sound of her surname. It's a backslide, a demotion, but one she'll forgive given how awake he seems. Stepping after him into the entryway, she gingerly hands off the hefty bag of snacks, making sure he has a good handle on it before withdrawing her hand and toeing her shoes off, nudging their heels back against the step down into the genkan.]

Looks like you took my order to heart and got more sleep. Which means you get first choice.

[To punctuate, she lifts the drink carrier with its two hot, two cold teas up for inspection, the receipt still taped to the cardboard helpfully detailing what she picked out — matcha latte, chamomile, iced yuzu green tea, and iced honey hojicha, all under-sweetened, though the handful of liquid sweeteners tucked in the middle could remedy that.]

You didn't say if you wanted something cold or warm, so I got a few different things...