It's not okay, really, but she doesn't want to argue about it after the complicated conversations they've just navigated.

She'll just have to make it up to him some other way. Her hands go around the glass after he sets it down, and she gives him a wry smile. "Thanks."

Water is good. She'd kind of dehydrated herself, because apparently something about him turns her into a lovesick sixteen year old again.

She nods to the mini-fridge, the shelves, the hot plate. "This is a pretty nice little set-up you've got here."