[ As soon as she's decided he'll really let it rest, which she does pretty quickly, the smile's back again. ]

It'd be a shitty story right now anyway.

[ And just like she'd never stopped to be pissed she slides into a seat on the crate next to him, one arm wrapping around his shoulders as she leans to press a kiss to his cheek. A bad mood never stays long, especially when there's greetings to be done. ]

You're right, though. This week sucked. If I never see another little guy in creepy robes it'll still be too soon.