Re: Mission Uncomfortable: Secret Santa Edition
Cat was feeling more at ease than she suspected she was supposed to feel. She chalked it all up to her recent rollercoaster of aging, but she was fine there, sitting back against the couch and slippers kicked off. "They are mimosas," she informed Abe, and she had no clue who or what a baby Grinch was, so she just listened and wondered and let the unknown references slip by.
"I think a tiki bar and hut sounds wonderful, but what are you going to do in winter? With that said, I always did enjoy a good drink on the beach," she offered, which was entirely true. "You should have something for when it's cold. That's my two-cents," she added, and she took the drink when Reece held it out to her. She held it aloft as Reece sat, not wanting any to spill, and then she draped her legs over his very normal, very regular person thighs.
But, right, Whoville and eating. So, brow quirked, she picked up a fork and leaned forward precariously, expecting Reece to keep her from anything so unladylike as toppling. She stuck her fork in the corner of one cake, not bothering with the social niceties or graces of cutting a slice for herself, and she sat back with a forkful of chocolate and chocolate. Said forkful was then tucked into her mouth, and she licked the fork like she was truly a young-20-something.