"Up to you," she mumbled and leaned away to rinse out her mouth. This was followed up by gargling mouthwash because she'd decided flossing was annoying and there was a reason she never bothered. When she'd spit out the Listerine she turned to him, resting her back against the sink and staring up at him in an affectionately exasperated way. "I'm fine, just not tired," she lied. She was mostly fine, though things got a little more difficult when the sun set. As for tired, well, she was exhausted but she wouldn't tell him that. She didn't need a lecture about the sleeping pills.