"We should," Rory agreed. Since Freddie's hands were full she decided to open the door for him instead of the other way around. She felt like it was the least that she could do. The fact that he'd followed through on his promise wasn't lost on her. "What kind of drink would you have?" She was a coffee enthusiast. He mothers influence.
Rory audibly gasped. "Do you drink tea?" Quickly followed by: "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with tea." She sucked on her bottom lip to stop from rambling. "You could be into hot chocolate for all I know." Breathe, Rory. "I'm gonna stop talking and let you answer now."