"Oh, Mitchell needs to bargain for every cup of tea, you're definitely more special than him, by far." Of course, she was biased. People probably thought Alex crazy, for loving a man so involved in her death. But really, it hadn't been his fault. Just a date together, a date she had walked away from, and from that Cutler had come to some giant conclusion that she was worth something. That she was worth killing. Hal had never asked for that, never asked to have some crazy progeny trying to lure him back to the dark side of the vampire force.
"Though, to be fair, the Irish are just fine with tea. Celtic solidarity, it's totally a thing, Brit Boy." Not that Scots and Irish actually cared that much, it was just so much fun to wind up Hal and his oh so British ways. He really was so posh sometimes, bless him.
And she couldn't help it. She giggled.
"I didn't break anything! Swear! I think you would have noticed if I had." There would have been very British swearing and shooing her away places and it all would have gotten very awkward.
"I knocked the coffee jar over, spilled the granules everywhere. Some of the books came off the shelf," she gestured in the general direction. "But I'm pretty sure I got them all back in order. And I sent the sofa cushions flying around. Oh, and I spilled some orange juice. But I totally cleaned it up!"
There was a faint wince though. "You know how Mitchell's been in a bad mood? He thought he lost the tobacco tin? Um." She used her power to push the sofa away slightly, showing the scattered remains of the baccy in the carpet. "I really did not mean for that to happen and I kinda hid the tin after."