For a moment his heart went nuts upon hearing her speak.
GUM. ON. HER. SHOE.
Stephen almost said something, tried very, very hard to not sound... pathetic and nervous, but he was and it was impossible for him to not feel as such when there was this looming threat of something sticky getting on his wood flooring and the tile mosiac he had recently put in near the kitchen. But, then, she reassured him she got it off and he felt a thousand times better.
Still, when she went to sit he neared her and leaned down to gingerly pick her feet up one at a time to inspect the bottoms of her shoes properly. Once pleased he sighed happily and circled around where she sat to settle beside her.
"Now that.. the crisis has been avoided and averted," he muttered, picking up his own cup to sip on as he shifted to sit cross legged facing her.
"I have something that will make up for it entirely and might even put me in good graces for.. I'd say a good week. Want to guess?"