[There are lounging chairs and some couches he could curl up on, though they're in open, airy empty space and at least partially taken up by a variety of cats, who are ruining the aesthetic. And scratching on the wooden anime robot. Some kind of super-Roomba is noisily handling a recent puke.

Julien's white and blue fit in pretty well in the kitchen. He's made some kind of lentil soup and bit some athelas into a different boiling pot. Now he sticks his head out as Aaron passes the doorway, bits of green still stuck in his beak.]

If you want to go sleep I'll get this in the fridge. Just uh... you can try there, the canopy curtains will keep it dark.

[He comes out the rest of the way, considering - yes, sure. In slightly awkward Sindarin:] Here it is safe. Rest. I will guard.