The next few hours were a blur of cocktails, fabric throws and more than a little judicious use of a stapler to keep it all hanging together. By the time it was done, the apartment's living room looked like the lush, eclectic, front room of the trendiest club in the city. Which, considering that if Lorne had any say in things, he would know all about.

Adjusting a lamp on the end table beside the couch, Lorne stepped back to consider his work, made a last tweak, and clapped his hands together.

"Lambchop, I don't think this place could look any better."

He put an arm around Fred's shoulder and smiled.

"Welcome home."