( turning her face to the side and shaking her head she laughs at how factual he has to get over how many floors “a few” is. it’s a taste of home the way he slips into teasing her but also being serious. )

Fine, a few few. Better? ( is that a number? whatever. it is to her, and she refrains from literally sticking her tongue out at him. )

Depends. Am I making it? ( she makes a noncommittal sound and shrugs. ) It’s good. I don’t usually make the coffee at Les Beans, I’m actually the manager. ( if he can’t believe it he can see for himself. by visiting her. it might not be the priorities she had back home, it’s something that gives her a sense of purpose. )

I also patrol the Down at night. ( she adds, looking at him a little sheepishly. ) Just in case some of ours show up.