Her fingers tapped idly on his leg as she watched the game. When he directed the conversation back to her, she glanced at him. "Of course," she said, smiling. "Hotspurs through and through. Course, I do enjoy watching Manchester play as much as I loathe them. They're just... so bloody good." She sighed and shrugged. "Pretty sure my grandpa just rolled over in his grave."
"Oh!" she said, hopping off the couch and heading into the kitchen. Pulling out a couple of ales and a bag of chips, she came back into the living room, handing him an ale and a bottle opener. "I forgot the snacks," she said, popping the potato chips open. "I may or may not be a junk food addict," she said, popping a chip into her mouth and munching happily. This was fun. Very fun.