He scoffed, feigning offense. "Wow. You are cold hearted. I don't need any help, thank you very much."
She laughed easily, settling back into her chair. "It shouldn't really matter to you if I think you're cool," she said. "Cool people don't care about other opinions."
"And I don't, unless I have a reason to, like a rash on my face. A bruise is fine, but not a rash. I only should worry, when there is something worth worrying about," he said simply, raising the cup of coffee to his lips.
She squinted at him. "You're making excuses," she said, pursing her lips. "Making excuses is not cool."
"I don't think anyone can doubt that I am the cooler one of this duo," Poppy said smugly, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I practically make it into an art."
"Is that so? Hm, interesting," he said, his voice careless. "I didn't think you were that type of person."
"Oh dear God Francis, of course I'm not." she said, returning to her normal voice, "I mean, I take care of ill people for a living. How cool could I be?"
"Yes, congratulations," she said sardonically, leaning her head into her hand. "You won the cool contest between yourself and a girl that deals with vomiting people on a daily basis."
A slow smile spread across her face as the waiters began to take away their plates. She paused for a moment, gazing around the room. "I wonder if we'll fly in a similar aircraft on our way to the first nation," she said thoughtfully. "I quite like this place."
He nodded, leaning back. "It is pretty nice, and as of yes it seems we'll be staying another night. That means you'll be able to go to the observatory."
She grinned mischievously, her eyes bright with excitement. "I'll go when everyone's sleeping," she said. "If I stay awake that long, anyway." People began to stand up and leave the room, mumbling 'good night' to each other. Poppy pushed back her chair and stretched slightly. "I think I'm going to head back," she said. "You coming too?"
"Yeah. Normally I'd stay a bit longer to finish my coffee, but already gone." He stood up, adjusting his sleeves. "Shall we?"
She stood up, and pushed her chair in gently. "Do you even sleep with the amount of coffee you drink?" she asked, seeming to be genuinely curious. "You have at least three cups a day."
"I do have three cups a day. Sometimes more. I sleep just fine. Honestly, I don't know how I would function around people without it, especially annoying ones."
"Wow," she said, raising her eyebrows as they began walking. "You're really not a people person, are you?"
"I'm a people person in the right company. I just can't stand someone who jabbers incessantly about pointless topics. That, coffee helps me get work done."
They turned down their hallway, their steps loud on the metal floor. Poppy stopped at her door, her eyebrow raised. "I'm not saying that it's bad. I'm just surprised you can get to sleep, that's all. I'm not a coffee drinker, but if I have one cup, I'm up for hours."
