"Of course not," Noah says, a warm smile to match Gansey's. Gansey seems to be taking all this in stride, which Noah is extremely grateful for. Just showing up here is overwhelming and confusing enough, but to come into the middle of the group of them like this? It's a lot. So Noah takes Gansey's hand and gives it a gentle tug to lead him over to the table.

"How many would you like? Um, also, do you want a shirt? I can go get you one of mine," he offers, torn between a bashful smile and a teasing one.