"Your level of sentimentality is worrisome," she says, trying to make the words sound disapproving even as she can't stop watching the slow nod of Gideon's head, her fingers itching to tuck back that lock of red hair that tumbles across her forehead. She fidgets with the edge of the sheet to give that energy a place to go, pulling it up a little further over her shoulder. "Tea would be...yes. I'd like that."