“I’m sorry, I think I misheard you. What did you ask?” “I asked if you wanted to join me for a bath.” “Ah.” He sat staring at her with his brow furrowed. And then he was up, his chair flung back and flipped over. He scooped her up, cradling her against his chest, her chair joining his on the floor. She laughed, slapping at his shoulder lightly, before wrapping both arms around his neck. “Is that a yes?” He grunted, his mind a wordless maelstrom.
