If she’s willing to share, than he’s willing to take. “Thanks.” He makes sure to say, acknowledging her kindness with a nod before standing. It wasn’t often that he met someone like that. “Best around? Guess I’ll see.” He sort of jokes, approaching the box and picking out a donut. Tommy takes a few steps back toward her, but lingers in the kitchen, stuck between being unsure if he should eat on the couch and being unsure if he cared. “Yeah, it ain’t half bad. Easy to crash on.”
"I don’t know if I can vouch. It’s my first stop for donuts in the city, so..” The croissants were sugary -- definitely her favorite of the bunch, but it’s probably one of those particular tastes. “That’s good. I think it’d be weird to have a shit couch in a place like this.” She pauses, thinking for a moment. “I’ll test it out sometime.”











