George's jaw dropped a bit at the initial comment. "I enjoy being happy!" she objected, then paused and considered. "Well, okay. I may not enjoy being happy, but I don't enjoy being miserable. I just-" She stopped, sighing. Obviously, what she thought didn't matter much in all of this. Which was, all things considered, par for the course.
I wonder if Rube realizes just how much he acts like Death. All business, no fun, and... wait. Did she just say she was going to pay for breakfast? George blinked, blinked again, and then couldn't help it.
She smiled.
At least, slightly.
Then her mind translated the rest of what was said and she sighed heavily. Post-its. Oh, joy. Eying Death for a long moment, she took another sip of her coffee before asking in a tone that was much less surly than before, "So... does breakfast include dessert?"