She quirks a brow as she watches him consider his cup, biting on her lip against a smile when he decides to risk it. "Even with spit," she laughs again, a light, lilting sound; she can't recall when last she laughed this much, this carelessly. It's... nice. She takes a sip of her own and mimics him, leaning back against the cushions with her legs still crossed. "I didn't, though. Just for the record."