Tavros had resumed the game before the pizza had been completely decimated and sat with a slice on his knee, a paper towel in hand that he wiped his fingers on and took the sketch from Dib, looking it over with interest. He started to work out in his head how things were going in comparison to the story framework they were laying down, on top of the pseudo-blueprint, nodding to himself then at Dib with a rather impressed little smile. He continued on with the campaign until someone finally mentioned that they had things to do in the morning, the game having run on well into the evening. They cleaned up the area while making general small talk, then started out until all that was left was Gamzee, Dib and Tavros, who was still writing for a minute until he too could put his things away with everything accounted for. It all had a place there in Gamzee's apartment just as it did in his own.

"So, think you'll wanna play next time?" he asked Dib as he settled down at Gamzee's side. He didn't know if Dib had anything to do the next day, but he didn't want to ask and seem as if he was trying to hustle him on out the door.