“I’d honestly be worried if you the neighborhood policeman…” which was nothing short of the truth, but there was a trace of a smile on her lips the whole way through. Obvious teasing.

“But, yeah, it’s done,” she said, accepting the pat with a small shudder (S vibes...) before continuing towards the kitchen. She gestured grandly towards the hot cocoa. Everything was done properly; of course, she only hoped he’d notice the extra blue sprinkles on his. “I’m actually pretty good at stuff like this, you know.” Living alone did that to you, she guesses – not that she regretted it, of course.