She closes her eyes for a moment, letting his answer wash over her, and feeling some part of her relax in its wake— like she's seen this coming all along. Because on some level, she has. Chris isn't the type of person to do anything halfway, and to both him and the friends he knows from home, the idea of a proper party is one with drinks, with spliff, with everything necessary to bring them out of their minds and ignore their better sensibilities entirely. And while she's tried blending in before, the more she thinks about it these days, the more she knows that it's just not her scene, no matter how much she cares for most of the people going.

Normally, it wouldn't be a concern, she'd expect friends to understand. But with Chris, it always feels like there's a little more hanging in the air, unsure.

"So a chair that has to stand a lot of wear and tear, then," she nods, meeting his gaze again. "I... will see what I can do? Maybe I can find someone with a Bedazzler around, or something. You'll have to pick the chair up, though, since I don't think I'll be going... to the party."