“If it's not one fucking thing around here,” she sighs, and then tilts back enough that she can look up at him— “I'll finish up here later, I'm at sixes and sevens. Let's go get dinner.”

Maybe she'll prod him into regaling her with his jaunts through alternate worlds, or maybe they'll just be companionable; it means so much to her, how instantly he just came when she needed him to. That's something to lean on, now.