Delliah ambled to the couch, legs shaking with every step and okay. Walking unaided was out of the question until tomorrow.
She slid onto the cushion, harsh cloth sticking to her skin and held up her thumb. "Whatever you want is fine by me. Just as long as there's no anchovies." Her eyes slid closed half-way through because couches definitely trumped tables. Good to know for round two. If round two there was.