"Okay maybe not fancy, but it's a nice dress.," he compliments. "Yeah, come in. Make yourself at home." His tone is a little flat and dry.
She swipes her box of cookies on her way in and it makes the edges of his lips curl into a smirk. He closes the door a passing moment later and follows behind her. "It's over here." Murphy walks around her now so he can get to the cabinet that he stowed away his tea. "I don't have a lot, just chamomile. I looked it up. It's supposed to help with sore throats and sleep."
He moves to the next cabinet over and pulls out a little jar of honey. "This, too." Murphy holds it out for her to take. "You sure I'm not keeping you? I don't want to get you into trouble."
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Date: 2018-12-10 05:12 am (UTC)She swipes her box of cookies on her way in and it makes the edges of his lips curl into a smirk. He closes the door a passing moment later and follows behind her. "It's over here." Murphy walks around her now so he can get to the cabinet that he stowed away his tea. "I don't have a lot, just chamomile. I looked it up. It's supposed to help with sore throats and sleep."
He moves to the next cabinet over and pulls out a little jar of honey. "This, too." Murphy holds it out for her to take. "You sure I'm not keeping you? I don't want to get you into trouble."