“Nope.” Gretchen had just finished setting the lights in the apartment to different colors with her phone. The smart bulbs were placed all around in lamps and light fixtures to let her control the vibe of the room. “You just missed everyone leaving to go get the libations. Where’s Zel?” She took the dish from Milo’s hand and led them to the kitchen. “Vodka and Tequila are next to the mixers. The whiskey, gin, and White Claws are coming back with Luke and Silas from the beer run. And Ben is returning with the weed. And other things I already know you’re going to shoot down.”