[She takes a cookie, hesitating before taking a bite. She finds her eyes focusing on her tea cup rather than him, though she spares him a glance.
Internally she's drawing up a list of things she should probably get, starting with pillows and ending in silly thoughts of whether or not she should change into a nightgown. She ends up pulling her legs up onto the couch, sinking back into it. With a slight lean towards him.] It's thanks to you. That I haven't been lonely.