Birkhoff & Mal
It was strange to have someone she could look to for some sort of guidance. It was even more strange when he didn't have any problems going out of his way to make sure she was comfortable. That she was happy, healthy, and taken care of without looking for something in return.
Mal was finally learning to settle into the feeling of love and being accepted. She knew she loved Jughead, but she could say that she loved Birkhoff, too. Differently, of course.
"What? Oh. Yeah. Rides with food." That wasn't right. Mal let out a sigh, looking far too defeated for her own good. "Sorry. You said rides, right? That would be good."