Rahzel's grin widens, a full 100% watt smile that lights up her face. Something warm and joyful fills her chest, like a balloon that might burst at any second.

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, Mr. Buckwheat."

Whirling around, she opens the fridge back up to fetch the milk, drops it down at his elbow. After a moment of watching him, Rahzel pours him some. Another moment of watching him silently, expression open. Not expectant, just steady. Patient.

And then, as if remembering:

"Ah, the brownies!"

In another whirlwind, she scurries to the oven.