Pride walked over to his seat and set down the tray he had prepared on the table. He lifted off the two coffee cups and the platter of sliced fruits before setting the tray aside and leaning it against one of the table legs.
"Ahem. If you really want a pair of slippers, Micah, I can make them for you."
Pride had his head tilted slightly downward, but he still glanced up at Micah through his brow. He also gestured at the platter with pieces of fruit pierced by toothpicks to invite Micah to take one.
Micah smiled.
"If you don't mind…."
"No, not at all. I'm actually happy that I get to make something more permanent than just coffee for you."
"Then, I would be happy to get to make you happy, I guess."
Micah's broad smile put the slightly flustered Pride at ease.
