[ For whatever reason, he believes her. Perhaps just because he expects she'd choose laying beside him all night over causing terror throughout the Far Shore.
He's about to protest that wandering hand when there's suddenly a cup of hot coffee handed to him. He eyes it, a bit wary. ]
You made this?
[ Grell's certainly managed to ruin a perfectly good batch of coffee on... well, just about every attempt she's made. ]
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He's about to protest that wandering hand when there's suddenly a cup of hot coffee handed to him. He eyes it, a bit wary. ]
You made this?
[ Grell's certainly managed to ruin a perfectly good batch of coffee on... well, just about every attempt she's made. ]