Despite everything, despite herself, that got her to laugh. Maybe he was just good at that, or maybe now that she was alive it was easy to do, but she couldn't remember laughing this much at or with anyone in a long time.
"Somehow I don't think you're that lucky." She stretches, pushes him lightly with her foot under the table. "Are you done? It was good, by the way, thank you for that."
no subject
"Somehow I don't think you're that lucky." She stretches, pushes him lightly with her foot under the table. "Are you done? It was good, by the way, thank you for that."