“Right, sorry,” he said. “No presents.” He bit back his grin.
“I mean it, Harris! No presents,” she pointed a warning finger at him.
“I said okay!” Xander repeated, putting his hands up in the air. “No presents!”
“Good,” she said, relaxing and taking another bite.
Xander gave a side eye real quick, then shoved half of his sandwich in his mouth.
“Classy as fuck, as always,” she said dryly, taking another bite.