Dean just gave a short scowl and glower without even looking at the packet that was being drained into the small cup.
"That’s nonsense. I’m not THAT careless, you know.“
He brought the cup to his lips and took a small sip. The liquid stung his tongue and left a lingering foul taste in his mouth.
”Ten points to you. You were right.“
“WHATEVER mate. S’your funeral. ”
Her arms folded patiently over her chest in wait for the other to take a sip of his salt tainted coffee, tapping her fingers on her own cup. Though when her thoughts confirmed she simply shook her head, and snorted a little.
“ See, next time listen when i’m tryin’ to help someone out. Oh, and pretty much ALWAYS right, so it’d be wise to take advice from moi. ”
