This time, a small smile appeared on Kyle's face.
"Grumpy-pants?" Kyle drawled, "You'd call your mother that?"
"If the shoe fits …"
"Getting cheeky now, aren't you?" Kyle teased.
"I've always been cheeky, you know that," Lianne answered nonchalantly, scooping up another mouthful of deliciousness.
"Fine, you win," Kyle said, leaning back on the chair, putting an arm around the back of the chair beside him, "So who was it that called you over to appease me?"
"Doesn't matter," Lianne replied, protecting Beatrice, "The point is, you're grumpy."
"I'm human," Kyle replied, looking at the distance, "Sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm grumpy."
"Since you've been back? It's been several months now, you know," Lianne pointed out, "If you go on like this, the Cold CEO title will be replaced with the Grumpy CEO instead."
"How's your brother?" Kyle asked suddenly, changing the subject.
Lianne shrugged, "Being as annoying as usual."
