Sure, that’s how it starts. The obligatory game console with either Smash Bros or Mario Kart.

Then you get in the aspiring furry DJ who insists on bringing a mixdeck and playing the wildest stuff you’ve ever heard, the amateur mixologist starts making drinks, another fur takes it on themselves to start grilling, and the stoner furries settle into a blunt rotation on the patio.

Before you know it, you’re having to get a second table for all your visitors’ fursuit heads and every whiteboard in the house has lost half of its surface to sketches you never want to erase.