"Well then, I might just have to assign it as friendly homework," he teased. It was nice to be light-hearted and to not worry for once. Not about any expectations she might have, or the others around him might have, or what his public image needed to be kept watch on. He didn't need to brood for his image, only what came naturally with his own emotions.
Connor took the money with no comment on how he should treat her; obviously it was halvesies, and he was okay with that. "Certainly. What do you want?" he asked, taking the bill. When he had her order, he went up and got her the normal coffee and mocha--he was craving the chocolate and coffee combination, he found suddenly. He carried them both back to the table she'd chosen, moving carefully and glad from the closeness of the tables that he hadn't brought his crutches.
He sat carefully, setting hers and her change in front of her. "You can share this, too," he said, setting the cinnamon thingy he hadn't been able to resist in between them, pulling off a small piece with his fingers on his side.