sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Sam made a good-natured noise of feigned frustration at her clarification, waving his hand at her in what many might have seen as dismissive but was actually more playful than anything. "If it comes down to that I will have vengeance, do not doubt me." If she hadn't snapped at his finger he might have pointed at her again but he wasn't taking any chances. Jo was small but she was quick and you'd have to be an idiot to say otherwise.
With a laugh Sam shook his head. "I can't stop looking like that until I put something in here to fill the hole." With one hand he patted his stomach even though his eyes were on the stove and the completion of the eggs cooking in the pan he was in charge of. When she mentioned coffee he lifted his head, his gaze alone with it, and made a quiet ah noise under his breath. "That," he began, holding the spatula he was using up a little and bobbing it up and down, "I did not do. I forgot. Try not to hate me too much."
The eggs were done and to emphasise as much he turned off the plate they were cooking over and shifted the pan a little so the residual heat wouldn't make them too hard for the dunking of toast or bacon, whichever they preferred. "We could always be a little healthier and drink juice but I feel like using words like healthy sort of goes against the whole-- well, you know, this." The same spatula was used to gesture at the entirety of their undeniably indulgent breakfast.