It's like moving a rag doll or a sack of potatoes as Lambert yanks Strange back over towards the couch. Once propped up, Strange looks up at Lambert, with a grin still giggling slightly. He doesn't need to set him up with anyone yeah right. Lambert's totally gonna get set up with someone. Strange just doesn't know who yet or how he's going to do it.

But, Lambert's his friend and Lambert deserves to be happy so let's find him a boyfriend! Or a one night stand. Strange isn't picky.

And ooh, food, that's doing a good job distracting him from Operation Get Lambert a Fuck. "What kind of food is in there?" And can he eat it? He's going to eat it, even if it's slightly nasty or out of date.