There was that word again. Anye tried to ignore it, knowing there was no good way to ask Nick to stop without upsetting him or taking a few massive mental steps backwards. She mumbled something unintelligible and tossed the remains of her ice cream, finding she just didn't have what it took to finish it. His wish made her feel vaguely queasy, but she echoed it silently in her head.
"Well, the odds of you dying are a lot lower watching movies at my place than... you know, basically anywhere not supervised by me." It didn't get any truer than that, and Anye knew that Nick had no idea that she knew just how real that was. "So make a wish, and let's see if I can get you home in one piece." She looked up at Nick with a no-nonsense demeanor, which was perhaps a little less intimidating when the corner of her mouth twitched in a smile. She still intended to pull it off.