“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.
He chewed as quietly as he could, washing the sandwich down with some milk. “What? It’s not like you’ve never seen that before. It’s not like you’ve ever eaten all dainty-like.”
“Excuse me,” she said, taking a dainty bite. ”I am the epitome of dainty!”