"The secret," Lee started to answer even as he was returning her hug, "is in whether I'm being completely serious or not."
Lee gave Angelina a wide-eyed faux innocent look as he flopped down on her sofa. "What? Of course he was thrilled. Honestly, I don't know what Kendrick did with his life before I came into it. And who says I did anything? Maybe we just sat around his living room, drank some firewhiskey and reminisced on old times like when I hid a few spiders in his room. Now that was a good one." So good he might have purposely made Kendrick paranoid with the notion that he might've done it again. Not that he did; sometimes, just giving the impression that he'd done something worked much better than actually doing anything at all. "Mum didn't think so, but she's mum. Being a killjoy's sort of in the job description."
Then she mentioned food and Lee gave her leftovers a glance and decided that yes, yes he could definitely have something. Since he was here and all. And not because he occasionally tended to be a food mooch. "Only because you offered so nicely," he grinned.