[She phases back into the room without any fanfare because, well, he knew she was coming right back and it's her room. Well, she tends to think of both the rooms at least partially as "their" rooms but either way, partially hers.
She's lucky she doesn't drop the glass of water she's holding when she realizes what he's holding. Oh god, that look on his face.]
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She's lucky she doesn't drop the glass of water she's holding when she realizes what he's holding. Oh god, that look on his face.]
Um... [Oh god, oh god, oh god.]