The gears turning in his head were practically audible. Blue's eyebrows raised up when he glanced back at her, and she let out a quiet laugh under her breath at how much it seemed like he had been caught with his hand in a cookie jar. A cookie jar of poor health decisions.

"Let's fix that then," she breezed on with a clink of the glasses in her hand. Blue gave him an expectant look as she set one aside and went about filling up the other.