"I have the edge over him. I don't even need the hat." But otherwise he accepted the praise - and the little hero's kiss - with pride and grace. He stepped aside, out of the kitchen and out of her way, assuming she still had a mind to make tea.
So five minutes after her offer for him to sit down, Rick actually went over to the couch, and threw himself onto it, limbs out in all directions. A glow of self-satisfaction simply radiated off of him.
"Tell me you had a movie you were gonna watch tonight," he said, folding his arms behind his head. He tilted his face back, so he could look at her in an upside-down sort of way. "And leftovers or something. I'm starving."