We were dressed better for this weather, back home. [ Here it was all about fashion over warmth and comfort, she was finding. Scarves, wool jackets, knee-high boots. Articles of clothing that made you look good. What a terrible place it was.

Leia catches the shiver this time. Was he really that cold? Maybe a caf was in order. Perhaps a hot chocolate, if sweets were such a good idea before trying to sleep. ]

Well, there's some hot chocolate. A French Vanilla could have some caf added to—

[ Yes. Yes, he would fire that back at her. Leia promptly coughs and turns away, ignoring the warmth in her cheeks that she feels burns so hot he might notice, and she can't have that. ]

I was in bed, [ she mutters, busying herself at the counter as she pulls two mugs off the hooks under the cupboard. ]