He was done quickly with his limes and Riley washed his hands, grinning. "Well, Mum's pancakes are pretty much Riley-proof, so I've been practicing on that. And French toast." With fruits and yogurt, it was actually foolproof.
As he stood beside Brigid one of his arm snaked around her waist as he leaned in to talk in her ear. "You know, that costume of yours is not helping me keep my hands off of you." he whispered. Riley had never really been in favor of PDA, but that resolution proved harder to maintain when Brigid's dress was so.. short.
Maybe once they were home she'd allow him to help her relax from her evening of work.