Tea. Her mind went to the conversation they had had a night or two ago and she grunted, ignoring the acknowledgment. That conversation had been a bit awkward and she still didn't know why he'd been waiting for her (or if he had been, but she suspected he had). She glanced at him again, mindlessly flipping through channels once more.

"You mean like our little talk the other night? I think you were waiting up for me. Not that I'm complaining."

She blinked, gaped. Had those words really just popped out? She'd meant to stop before saying that!