“Back!“ Connie shouted, his pulse racing from how fast he ran back with the tea and hot water—which was partially sloshed down his favorite green shirt. “You didn’t wind up sayin’ Eskimos, didja?”
The blonde mumbled a nearly-silent, “thanks” as she took the tea, almost tempted to smile at his condition on return. No, best not to, “…… So?”
“I’m just tryin’ to prove how fast I was!” Connie beamed, proud of his kitchen-robbing skills. “I was like–yo, jump in the kitchen, snag some tea, get the hot water–and bam! Back before you had that chance to say Eskimos.”
“Cuz, well–friends do that for each other, ya know.”