Coward. [muttered softly at the retreating digital back, before she offers York a smile] So I can see. And here I thought you were teasing me about them.

[Her hair is given one last toweling before she folds said towel up, draping over the back of one of the chairs. Her lips quirk at the corner to see he's paying a little more attention to her than strictly necessary, which is. Well. It's very flattering, actually. That he'd still look at her like that, like he tried to on the sly back during their Project days.

Makes a girl wonder. Makes a girl hope. Just a little.

Feet pad quietly along the floor until she's over by the coffee pot, sidelong glances watching him handle the waffles. ]

Older and greyer, perhaps. [beautiful, he'd said this morning. Does he remember that?] ..Not looking so bad yourself, though.

[Slightly rumpled always did suit him.]