hot cocoa

“I didn’t want to do you the disrespect of not even trying to hide Christmas shenanigans,” I called to him, laughing.  I wanted a cup of cocoa and called it out of nothing.  “But I rather assumed you’d know if I’d been bad or good.  So I thought I’d be good for goodness’ sake.”
I sipped my cocoa and looked at him over the rim of my mug, laughing at him with my eyes.

Micofiction #6, The Good Peopl