Victoire was trying to keep on being angry with him, but he made it really hard to stay mad for too long. She rolled her eyes and huffed a little, but let him pull her in anyway, smiling just a little when he kissed her forehead. "I was saving it for tomorrow morning," she told him, giving him a mock stern look. "And you could have just washed the glass."
She went up on her toes to kiss his cheek before moving away again to set the practically empty carton of juice back in the fridge. There was maybe enough for a few mouthfuls tomorrow and she was determined to save it until then.
"What kind of ice cream?" she asked, sounding hopeful. She knew Teddy knew her favorite kinds, but she just liked to hear him recite them. It was sort of adorable that he knew things like that about her.