"I do," Nancy tells him, tilting her head so he can kiss her just a little better. He said he wasn't hungry, but that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to kiss her neck. "But it's my job to worry about you, all the same."

And that was that.

Nancy makes a face. "Oi! It started out as tea, but I kept topping off." So it was seriously vaguely tea-flavored gin. "You make it sound like it's awful."