Amelia picked up her tea again. Her lips twitched against the rim of the cup. "Hm."
Stan paused, his toast hovering halfway to his mouth. He narrowed his eyes in quiet amusement. "...Hm what?"
"Nothing." Amelia took a delicate sip, swallowing before she leveled him with a look of utter, unrepentant smugness. "I was just going to take full, unilateral credit for the sleep."
A genuine, raspy chuckle escaped him, breaking the quiet of the room. It felt remarkably good to laugh.
"You can have the credit, Amelia."
"Thank you," she said smoothly, setting her cup down and folding her hands on the table. "I earned it. My legs are still punishing me for it, but I earned it."
Stan grinned, leaning forward on his elbows, entirely willing to play along. "The tea helped, too. You steeped it perfectly."
