Rick smiled a slight sideways smile with his lips against the mug. "That's the way of mothers, I'm afraid. They will always be convinced you will be tattooed, pierced, and on drugs the next time they see you. That way when you are not, they can be pleased they're wrong." Actually, he was hanging around to guard the cookies, since he didn't want the building being poisoned by cookies he left there. It would just be awkward. That, and he had no pressing appointment other than ignoring the constant buzz of his phone.
"Depends on the rumor," he said, so careful that it looked utterly casual, probably more successful than Daisy's attempt.