And that one had her laughing, an actual laugh that felt good. How did he do that? How did he know just what to say to make her feel better? Maybe it hadn't been intentional, but that was certainly the end result.

"Goodnight, Commander," she said between giggles, settling down into her pillows and blankets once he'd gone. She did ponder new sugary creations that he would undoubtedly hate, but most of her time spent before finally falling asleep was devoted to trying to come up with something that he would like. Because it was something she could do to help show her gratitude toward him.