"No the pants do not count no matter how good they look on you." She teased back with a small smile. Her legs curled underneath her, she held the hot mug in her hands, using it to warm them but not necessarily drinking it.
"I'm feeling a little better." She said though she really wasn't. She just didn't like it when people fussed over her or worried about her. She had gotten too used to doing everything on her own after Joshua was taken away. "I tried the NyQuil stuff to knock me out but all it did was make my head feel fuzzy."