"Still rather impressive, for a Bar confined to the indoors," she compliments, her free hand running slowly and tenderly along Bar's smooth top.

':D!'

There is a cookie accompanying the napkin.

Katherine smirks, accepting that as a sign of appreciation.

Her tea is almost gone when he orders his fresh cup of coffee, and she debates it for a moment, wondering if she should get another for herself.

"When you thinkin' on heading out?" she asks, thumb running over his knuckles.