Meallan's smirk was evident. That girl hasn't changed at all.
"I love oranges too."
He suddenly sat next to her, grabbed an empty glass and poured some of the whisky.
"Let's discuss about it."
Her laughter was welcome and refreshing to say the least. A lot of months in hell made sure he would treasure all the good moments he could get from there on.
"But seriously.. You don't like 'cupcake'.. Cupcake? Because, you know.. I love cupcakes. And i'm fine.. Could be better."
He smirked again but looked at her with weary eyes.