"Damned right, it should," she quips.

She decides that's it sorted, and while John prepares her a cup, she hops off the counter and makes herself at home on his couch. It's not like either of them take up an especially large surface area, each being as thin as they are, and it's also not like John's couch is especially small. But when John decides the coffee is satisfactory and joins her, she relaxes herself, and lets her knee rest against his thigh.