She tittered at his response, even though she knew it made her sound like a stupid schoolgirl, and she held her breath a moment in hopes of calming herself. But a giggle escaped in the form of a snort which only elicited an answering cough of embarrassment.
Finally: "Okay. I will," and she gave him a shy but admiring smile, sidelong, as if looking at him straight-on would blind her. At the polite compliment, Daisy beamed as if she had grown, picked, roasted, and ground the coffee herself, and she cheerfully bit into one of the sparkly, pink cookies, smug and smiling.
"My mom will be thrilled when I tell her I have a policeman for a neighbor." Daisy leaned forward as if to confide a secret. "She's the one who made me watch that episode of Nightline."