"That's... fair," John allows with a quiet huff of amusement, no longer able to keep from smiling outright. If Martin can joke about their ill-gotten gains, then they're probably out of the woods on that front. Hell, even if this is only a temporary respite, he'll take it.

As he watches Martin survey his little kingdom, warmth spreads through his chest that has little to do with the tea. So many of his attempts to do something like this, to actually brighten someone's day, have ended in miserable failures -- with Martin in particular. Now, such a rousing success leaves him at more of a loss than he could have anticipated. It doesn't feel like enough, somehow -- or maybe he just wants to do more, to keep the proverbial ball rolling, to make sure Martin stays this happy. Not just happy, but confident enough to blithely boss him around, and insist they go out later, and impishly remind him that he's buying. He's never seen him like this before, didn't know Martin could be like this, let alone over something he did. It's incredible. It's nice.

"Yes, sir," he finds himself replying with a playful lilt, hardly recognizing the sound of his own voice. He sets down his cup, then rolls up his sleeves as he looks out at the rather disordered state of the place. "Where should we start?"