"I can walk," she murmured unconvincingly, and to demonstrate, she leaned forward, her weight sagging against him, and let her head drop to his shoulder. "See? Perfectly capable of that so-called walking thing."
"Ahem! Helloooo? Should I just dump this coffee, or what?" It was Joy again.
Johanna looked up. "Yeah. Dump it, Joy. I don't drink coffee." She felt a very uncharacteristic smirk form on her lips, then added, "Thanks for making it, though."