[The second Peter sinks into that sofa, Steven springs into action! ...By jogging over to him and taking the bag of latkes from his hands.]

Got it, I've got it! Just sit back, alright?

[Spread out that weight, Peter. It'll be fine. Steven will head into the kitchen area for a second to put those latkes away, and also one crunchwrap vegan taco that Beat stuck in there. What a combo! Either way, it's an open kitchen, so he can keep talking while he gets that lemonade.]

I really don't mind the company. Feels like things have been a little too quiet without Marc around. [That sure slipped out before he could consider the consequences.]