She can handle painfully adorable.

"Momma's been telling me that for years now," she tells him with a laugh. "And in that tone too. Apparently, you're not supposed to admit when you've done things like sneak out at night." She drains her drink in one long swallow and hops down off the stool.

"Now is perfect. I haven't eaten dinner yet," she tells him, holding out her hand and wiggling her fingers for his hand.