Deadlock's gonna start wondering where she's getting all this neat stuff from and then how she's getting it. Because obviously it'll be stealing and he wants in on it.

"I won it." He beams, or...kind of. It hurts his face. But still, he wants Flashpoint to be happy so he'll endure it. "Figured you could use something tasteful to liven this place up." And now that he's seen it...yeah, good call, Deadlock.

He settles the tray on the table. His own glass can wait. "No, I can do it. Don't want your autorepair to set something crooked or something." He'll just eeeeease in behind her, optics flicking at the screen. "So, what we watching?"