She kissed the back of his hand lightly. “Okay. I’m pretty sure there’s some on that side table over there. I’ll grab the oatmeal.”
“Hate to watch you go, but I love to watch you leave,” she teased before standing up to grab the oatmeal.
Poppy returned to the table, putting the two cups on the counter and then flapping her hands to cool them. She slid back into her seat and folded her hands, waiting for him.
“A little,” she said with a shrug. She read the labels of the oatmeal. “We have...” Her brow furrowed as she read. “‘Choco-splosion’ and ‘Apple Cinnamon’. Which one do you want?”
“What a great guess,” she said wryly, resting her head on his shoulder. “No idea how I managed that one.”