His smile fell away sharply. "What lesson is that? Are you allergic?" Somehow he doubted that very much. It was likely that controlling bitch of a mother of hers being fucking petty enough to deny Mellie something she wanted. He couldn't wait until he could convince Melinda to actually marry him 'cause then he could make shre that she got the things she needed or wanted. She deserved to be pampered and he fully intended to make sure that she was.
Terence hopped down from the counter and snagged her hand in his as he floated two of the little cups over to the kitchen table. Tugging Melinda along with him, he snagged a couple of spoons out of the drying rack and headed over to the table. "I'm going to enjoy them but I'll enjoy them more with you sharing 'em with me."