"I can't promise it'll be good," she warns, moving to the table where she sets both cups down. She's matter of fact about pulling the other chair around to his, the legs squealing against the floor as she drags it over. "But I expect you to lie to me if it's not."
Sitting down, knee bumping companionably against his thigh, Shepard pulls one of the mugs to her. She waits to drink though, instead breathing in the steam twisting off the surface.
He isn't surprised at her change of the seats, though it does bring a warmth to him that he was not expecting, his leg pressing against hers a little as he leaves it there.
There's a smile, just a little one lurking at the corners of his mouth and in his eyes, and he picks up his cup and lets it warm his hands for a long moment before he takes a sip. "Your warning was unnecessary." Soft and easy. "It is good."
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Sitting down, knee bumping companionably against his thigh, Shepard pulls one of the mugs to her. She waits to drink though, instead breathing in the steam twisting off the surface.
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There's a smile, just a little one lurking at the corners of his mouth and in his eyes, and he picks up his cup and lets it warm his hands for a long moment before he takes a sip. "Your warning was unnecessary." Soft and easy. "It is good."