Day 12: In Which She Shares Goods With Him

"Hey, watcha drinking?" Jack came outside with Diana in his arms and plopped down on the couch, propping his feet up on a chair.

"Hot chocolate," she replied between sips.

He hummed as he kept rubbing his cat's fat belly. "Smells awesome."

"Thank you."

"You know what? I think I have some instant powder somewhere, maybe I'll have some too—"

"Hold on." Elsa sat up with her index finger up in the air. "I've turned a blind eye to many of your outlandish food choices, Jack—"

"As if! You still mock me for eating Spam!" he shouted, startling poor Diana.

"But I will not concede this time." Elsa stood up and stared at him with her arms crossed. She seemed legitimately pissed at him—and, surprisingly enough, he had done nothing to anger her this time! "You are not having instant hot chocolate on my watch."

He crossed his arms as well, but unlike her, he smirked with amusement. "Yeah? What are you suggesting?"

Her eyes narrowed ever so slowly, then she puffed out her chest as she stated, "I'm sharing some of my precious hot chocolate supply with you."

Despite her tone, Jack was having a hard time taking her seriously, and he chuckled. "Wait, what?"

She made her way back inside as she announced from over her shoulder, "Give me ten minutes, I'll leave it at your door."

Jack shook his head, running a hand down his hair. "Are you serious?" he shouted after her.

Elsa poked her head out to glare at him. "Of course I am. Be grateful."

"Oh, I fucking am, Elsa. Beyond words."