The good news is that she's definitely not feeling like anything is uncomfortable between them - it's just a bit of a mess, the way it's always been. Someday, maybe they'll talk about it - but considering how it's gone so far, it's not all that likely, and that's okay with her.
She knows what he's doing when he just sort of guides her to the plush chairs tucked into the corner, but she doesn't turn him down. She's tired and her leg hurts like a son of a bitch today, and it's just the kind of thing that she remembers last instead of first. That if she doesn't rest up enough, that other people can tell. "A million more times, until I actually start listening," she said with a laugh. "And hey, I'm not the one who brought vodka to a bakery, mister."
"Not all that much is new," she says, thinking for a second. "I mean, stuff here? Really good. Really, really good with all the Christmas orders - I think it'll slow down in January, but I've been kept on my toes." She makes a face. "I mean, if it's either pretty boring or demons, I think I'd takes demons any day, you know?" She still- it bothers her. Not the whole way it went down, she's thankful that everyone came out of it safe and there were just some drywall repairs, but-- She's been thinking a lot about what it means to be human, here. To have things go bump in the night that you never even really knew what they were, or how they could kill you, until it'd happened. Demons are real. So are hydras, apparently. Les's transformed things into other things more times than she can count, and every single time it makes her feel incredibly uneasy. He does it without thought - but she wonders, sometimes, what would happen if he was upset. If he could just... change things, because he felt like it.
But right now? Right now that doesn't matter, because it's Christmas, and Coop's here, and the entire store is full of happy, laughing people, and the smell of baked goods and cider, and that's what's important. "I do, though, have stuff for you. If, you know, now works." She's smiling at him over her mug of mulled cider. "How about you? You still working too much?" Like she could talk.
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She knows what he's doing when he just sort of guides her to the plush chairs tucked into the corner, but she doesn't turn him down. She's tired and her leg hurts like a son of a bitch today, and it's just the kind of thing that she remembers last instead of first. That if she doesn't rest up enough, that other people can tell. "A million more times, until I actually start listening," she said with a laugh. "And hey, I'm not the one who brought vodka to a bakery, mister."
"Not all that much is new," she says, thinking for a second. "I mean, stuff here? Really good. Really, really good with all the Christmas orders - I think it'll slow down in January, but I've been kept on my toes." She makes a face. "I mean, if it's either pretty boring or demons, I think I'd takes demons any day, you know?" She still- it bothers her. Not the whole way it went down, she's thankful that everyone came out of it safe and there were just some drywall repairs, but-- She's been thinking a lot about what it means to be human, here. To have things go bump in the night that you never even really knew what they were, or how they could kill you, until it'd happened. Demons are real. So are hydras, apparently. Les's transformed things into other things more times than she can count, and every single time it makes her feel incredibly uneasy. He does it without thought - but she wonders, sometimes, what would happen if he was upset. If he could just... change things, because he felt like it.
But right now? Right now that doesn't matter, because it's Christmas, and Coop's here, and the entire store is full of happy, laughing people, and the smell of baked goods and cider, and that's what's important. "I do, though, have stuff for you. If, you know, now works." She's smiling at him over her mug of mulled cider. "How about you? You still working too much?" Like she could talk.