"Ooh, please," she says. "And one of those fancy milk drawings on top, hey? Really liven it up, make it worth the run over here." She's got a small, slightly sarcastic smile on her face, but she knows even if she'd been deadpan that John would know she was only fucking with him.

She drains her water and sets the glass to the side, turning her head to watch him a bit. He looks... happy. Daisy isn't sure she's ever seen that on him before. There's a certain ease to the tension that's normally around his eyes and in his jaw, and maybe a part of it is being here, in this city, where the Entities can't seem to reach them as well. But she knows the real reason, now, and she smiles small.

"I'm happy for you," she murmurs.