The corners of Viola's mouth turned up when Lachlan saw her, but this, and a flicker of confidence in her eyes, were the only indicators that she was anything less than cool and collected as he approached her. (The only visible ones, anyway. There were a few other hints, though those were occurring much further south.)
"Do you intend to show me?" she teased, pressing her back, solid now, against the door, forcing him to come to her. "I made this, you know," she bragged, puffing her chest out. "It took weeks. What do you think?"