I'm expecting to get a earful after that, but she just gives her coffee an evil look for a long minute. Real close to just getting up and leaving, but then she looks up at me, holding a strawberry. Oh.

I look down at my own coffee, wondering what to say. Really didn't expect that from her. "I-I'm glad. I'll try to do more things you like." Which is just a fine thing to say. Feel like the idiot she probably thinks I am.

"Honestly, sweetheart, I'm just glad you're talking to me, even if you're mad." Reach out and touch her hand with my good one, very carefully. " God knows I'd rather get yelled at by you than have a civil conversation with anyone else in this town." Doesn't mean I'm itching to get yelled at, though.