She grinned at him, resting her head on her hand. "We make a music playlist of extremely good music," she began with a cocky smile. "I will provide snacks, and we also make sure that there are no great stopping points along the way. If there are, then we stop there."
Poppy finished her tea and reached across the table to take his hand, her skin warm from the mug. "How soon do you have to head back?"
"It's not your fault," she said, squeezing his hand. "I'm the one who got attacked. Don't worry. You have enough to stress about."
"You need to work, Francis," Poppy said, leaning her head in her hand. "Don't worry. Everything is fine. Trust me, okay?"
She frowned, sensing that he was still worried, but she let it slide. "So," she said, trying to make casual conversation. "What are you working on right now?"