"Tch, that ain't no plan," Cheyenne scoffed, pausing to sip her own coffee, which was so laden with cream and sugar it was hard to call it a coffee at all, "Everyone wants healthy pups."
Even as it came out of her mouth, she knew it wasn't entirely true. She thought it was, but Rufus hadn't, and she didn't like thinking about Rufus anymore. Cheyenne dropped her eyes and plowed through one of the muffins, trying to switch her train of thought. Skyler knew the basics of course, of what Rufus had done, and she aimed to keep it basic. What did he care about the details? What did she care? It was over now. She'd killed him, and he couldn't hurt her anymore.
Cheyenne could only blame the hormones for her fluctuating emotions. She'd started the morning horny, moved on to hungry, and now she was suddenly upset. Maybe even near tears.
Not in front of Skyler, though. She would never, ever shed a tear in front of a Davis.
"I always have healthy pups," she said, her voice thick and a bit sullen. She picked at her second muffin and shifted a look sideways at him. Cheyenne offered him a small concession after a moment, "Ain't never had more'n two before, though."