nevermind, she heard a kraber. he can sit there and think about what he did. time-out, if you will.

"aye. were you expecting me to forget?" it seemed a decent enough peace offering to kick the day off. glad to see it's working thus far.

|| no thoughts head empty just thjs

"there's always a lot bouncin' around this noggin, but i cannae go forgettin' the important things." she's turning the cup around in her hands, mostly just to give herself something to do, as she drops down into the nearest chair.

|| I have no idea what's going on but anxiety go brr so I'm gonna chill in DMs and play a lil Apex.

"you think this is flirtin'?" she's sitting back in her chair, mug forgotten as she sets it aside in picking up her favorite pen, twirling it between her fingers. "wishful thinkin', dear."

"and that's what fills your dreams, hm?" the movement stops as she stills her hand, pen set aside in favor of the coffee so she could take another drink.

would pancakes help?

"now i do." now it's her turn to don a mischievous smirk, fingers drumming against her knee as her gaze settles on the other woman.

please! she'd appreciate and no doubt little newtie would as well if his beeps of protest and indignation as he gets scrubbed clean are any indication.

aye. only the very best.

"tired, dear?" presses a quick kiss to her temple.

she gives a small hum, one arm snaking around her waist. she's keen on getting back to work but this won't hurt. besides, she missed her as well.

'course she can!

"what brought all this on?" she has an idea, of course, but it can't hurt to check that there isn't more going on. better safe than sorry.

it's not a lie! that was one time.

everyone's done that before. it's part of cooking!

then maybe he should help her just to make sure the kitchen doesn't go up in flames.