Sonrisa: Sam & Daniel
[It's ok, yeah? About the heat, because she keeps it oven-warm inside, at least when there aren't customers or whatever. The customers complain, yeah? Saying it's too hot, so she turns the heat down to normal when they're around, but no one's there today, and she didn't turn anything down before going to check on Meredith earlier.
She tugs back once he drags her inside, and she looks at him, yeah? Like she's older than he is, and like she's checking to make sure she's ok, all 5'3 of her.] You can always come here, baby. You look good. [Which means he looks sober, yeah? She assumes the cold is just from outside, like her nose that's still warming up.] She lets him go, and she walks to the counter, where she yanks open a drawer and tosses him a set of keys.] My room's upstairs. There's a bed and a fridge, but the fridge has nothing in it. Don't bitch. Cris already bitched at me about it. The basement creeps me out. I think it's haunted or whatever, but there's a couch, and no one ever goes there but me looking for pottery wheels, if you're into it.