The whole having an house situation was a little strange when one was used to dorms. It could entirely be said Irvine wasn't used to taking care of a space outside of a shoebox sized room and maybe a barely larger common room shared with another student. So Zell would quickly notice the entranceway was...messy. Umbrellas, boots, ...waving cat statues, stacks of flyers-- all sorts of random things one collected traveling around and then dumped the moment they came in the front door. Add to that items that straight up weren't even Irvine's, but left there by visitors and it got chaotic. Women's sandals, bags, weapons, boxes of--

No need to go through the boxes.

Anyway, hearing the voice Irvine looked out from the kitchen. He knew that exuberant tone. "Hey, hey, hey. Look who the cat dragged in," he called out jovially enough. ...The roommate part hadn't registered. And just ignore the smoke in the kitchen this was science going on here. Science for great love.