Victoire frowned slightly at the back of Teddy's head. It was just a stupid couch, but he was acting like she'd asked him to chop off one of his legs or something. She wiggled her way in between his side and the back of couch, pushing some of his hair back to kiss his ear, since his face was buried in the pillows still.
"You're being silly," she told him, making sure to sound gentle instead of accusatory. "It's just a couch. And mine is newer!"