( she's used to the exasperation, at least. it's him. that kind of goes hand in hand. it'd be odd if he wasn't at least a little annoyed.

but she lets him take the bags, rocking on her heels as they wait in the elevator and skipping on in when they finally arrive. first things first, she's picking through the bags he's currently holding to grab the one that has food in it so she can start laying it all out. )

You barely leave the desk, how am I supposed to know you wouldn't drop me for a work call?

( which is fine, she gets it for the most part. work is work. but tonight? )

Well, eat first!

( and with a flourish of both hands she presents.... pho and all its accoutrements! )

Or... do you want me to feed you?

( :)? )