[She'll let him, but not by choice. She's fast running out of choices. So Saya leans against him like it's something she's decided rather than that she's too weak to do otherwise.]
Extra butter. And probably some napkins because extra butter gets sticky and I'm not doing laundry all night. [She pulls a face at him, preemptive displeasure. Not that she could do much folding before she'd have to have a nap right there in the pile of clothes.]