"Cheers, duck!" Hoxton takes his coffee mug and raises it in thanks walking back to the staircase of their safe house to continue scheming.
"No worries, you Tan bastard," Clover winks at him, filling her own mug with the freshly boiled water from the kettle. As he leaves the room, her eyes linger on his back for a second before turning to locate the milk. Much to her surprise, the milk is a lot closer than she was anticipating.
"Y'know you're supposed to put the milk in first? You'll burn the coffee otherwise!" Clover practically jumps out of her skin as Sydney appears seemingly out of nowhere, with one hand on Clover's shoulder and the other holding the large milk bottle.
"Jesus Christ! You could've given me a fuckin' heart attack!" Clover takes a second to compose herself and takes the bottle. "Cheers."
Sydney's response is nothing more than a mischievous little giggle, as she jumps up and sits on the table opposite the kettle. She sits and watches her female colleague for a minute or two, before shifting her position. She jumps down and leans on the table, balancing her chin in her hands to watch Clover with an unsettling smile.
"What's up then, Syd? I feel like you've got something to tell me..."
"Tell you? Naww, I was actually planning on asking something."
"Aye, what's that?"
"How long have you fancied Hoxton?"
The sound of coffee being spat out resonates from the staircase, Hoxton very much being in earshot of the conversation and trying to suppress a laugh. Sydney looks back from the noise and over to Clover again, her grin growing the longer Clover's body remains completely frozen.
"Hahahaha! Me? Like Hoxton? Haha! Fuckin'ell Sydders, I knew you were b-batshit, but that's just mad!" Clover laughs loudly and confidently. It'd even be believable if it wasn't for the fact that she didn't turn around. That, and her face having the same complexion as a tomato.
Sydney barely reacts, smiling away at Clover's desperate attempt to play cool. The only thing that catches her attention is the top of Hoxton's head peering up over the horizon of the staircase. Although she can't see anything but his eyes, she can tell he's wearing the same grin as she is.
"What's that Sydney? You think Clover fancies me, or something?"
Clover begins to tremble, feeling the sheer pressure coming down on her as she tries everything in her power not to lose her shit. Her fingers dig into the wood countertop, her face is practically glowing and she can just feel their eyes boring into the back of her skull. Sydney doesn't take her eyes of her target, but calls out loudly to Hoxton.
"Yeah, I reckon so! She has a thing for ponytails, appar-"
"Alright, you two, stop being such twats!" Bonnie looks up from her newspaper with a face painted with annoyance. The thick, booming accent immediately suppress the two agitators into terrified giggle-fits, Hoxton quickly finishes his staircase traversal and Sydney hastily picks an apple from the bar and leaves the area.
Clover sighs a breath of relief and takes a moment to calm herself. She silently continues making her coffee, before turning to leave the kitchen area. Bonnie calls out to her softly before she can leave.
"Hey, don't worry about those two. We both know Sydney's a nutjob, and Hoxton's... Well, he's a man. They're all like that." She tips her head toward the Irish lass and goes back to her paper. "Bonnie'll look after ya."