She laces her fingers together with his, and allows the interlocked hands to rest at his thigh while she picks at her breakfast.

His words make the corner of her mouth twitch in a lopsided grin.

"To, perhaps, put things lightly," she teases back. She inclines her chin to his plate.

"Eat your eggs, 'fore they get cold," she instructs, taking a solid bite of her grits so he can't say anything in return.

There's a smug little smirk on her lips as she chews.