She had decided during the building process that their 'house' was going to be limited to the upstairs areas, in so far as what she felt comfortable in deciding on who came inside. Her office was hers, mostly, but she was fine if Diego needed to use it for a client, or their parent, to discuss things away from the activity of his dojo. The dojo, however, was his. In her mind, anyway. She didn't really work out, keeping in shape through the joy of an enhanced metabolism and her own version of a crappy diet, but that had changed a bit since he'd come into her life.

She ate better to force him to eat better, but that didn't mean any of it stuck to her. She stepped up to the table, feeling him behind her, nodding along at the suggestions and picking a little of this and that to put on her plate. She chose sparingly, since she figured there'd be more if she wanted, and she still had to survive the party.

Jessica forgot how bad at them she was. Socializing was never her forte, and even though she didn't mind anyone here, she would be happy to use the excuse of food in her mouth to avoid talking to most of them. This had been for Diego's sake, not hers. She wanted him to know he could have ties to people around them and that she was okay with that leaking onto her. Mostly.

Not really paying attention to what was what, she grabbed for a beer looking bottle, taking that and leaning back to kiss his cheek. "Go hog wild. Watching you get shitfaced will be amusing."