“You'll have to share those plans with me eventually.” She paused, then amended. “Eventually, as in, when it's a decent time and I'm not half asleep.” She was amazed she could think straight after being woken so suddenly, but maybe she'd just gotten accustomed to working off little sleep. Her eyes followed his. “I vote you, since we went with your names. It's only fair, after all.” Her brows rose innocently.
Leah sighed and rolled her eyes as if she were really bothered by his conditional attempt to be social. “I never said I was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Small talk has always been an enemy of mine.” People never really gave her a chance either, but then, she'd spent so long shutting people out, that that particular habit wasn't one she could easily break. “Fine. I'll try.” It wasn't a promise, though.
Nodding at the idea, she said, “I was thinking about inviting those two to spend the day with me, while the rest of you are off taking care of the Bedford gang. Maybe that could be a start.” Probably not a happy, fun-filled start, given that they'd all be worried, but it was something, at least.
“So rude,” she remarked, smirking as she accepted the plate and took the first bite. “If people could hear the way you talk to me, they'd be appalled. And then they'd laugh at how slow you are and then I'd laugh along with them because you're French and I can.” At this point, she was just talking to get on his nerves, all the while happily eating the food he'd prepared for her. “And then you'd be doomed to cook fish for the rest of your life. Merci, mon amour, bébé est heureux."