[ she withdraws her hand after the bare touch, but his works spark an immediate grin, eyes bright. it feels a little more real, when someone else says it out loud. and a laugh escapes, bright and happy and warm.

she can't really remember the last time she laughed. ]

I want to buy you dinner, on my first night of freedom.

[ warmly, as she crosses her arms over her chest, amused. ]

No takebacks. And you have to pick what you want. And you can't purposefully select the cheapest thing on the menu.

[ she doesn't know kaz brekker very well, but she can anticipate that he's exceptionally stubborn, and has refused her money for every meal she's attempted to buy since staying on his couch. what a gentleman. ]