Sure. Come on in. You're already here, might as well have a seat.

[It doesn't have to be awkward, right? Friends do this kind of thing. She's pretty sure, anyway. She beckons for him to follow her as she opens the door, spotting a heap of clothes including some unmentionables on the floor and hurrying forward to kick them under the bed before he can get a good look. Okay, mildly embarrassing. She'll take care of those later.

She gestures towards the armchair near the window, opting to sit cross-legged on the edge of her bed in order to face him.]

I think just about everyone here is overdue to relax. Barbecue sounds perfect. You need a hand with anything?

[She might be a bartender by trade, but she's pretty good with food, too.]

You know, I don't think I've ever seen you this proactive before.