"Maybe I'll give you a dictionary for your birthday." She followed him to the kitchen, pausing to leave her heels by the couch. She dropped down a few inches, but it was much more comfortable and he was in sweats so she didn't care. Perching on a stool, she dropped her elbows on the counter and put her chin in her hands.

"I'll just steal yours from time to time," she told him truthfully. She wouldn't be able to finish her own glass, but his... well.

"You made this?" She might be a little disbelieving. "I sort of thought the kitchen was for show."