Hetty's place.
It was nighttime, raining outside, and the fireplace was warm and cozy.
'Need some more ice for that leg?' Hetty smirked.
'Smirk all you want, but 1 of the downsides of being old is that I can't just karate kick anyone and expect something to NOT hurt!' Owen exclaimed.
'Oh please! I'm slightly older then you, and yet I'm sure I can judo chop someone and not have to wear a cast!'
'Smart aleck.'
'Hey watch it there sweetie, or I'm gonna make you drive yourself home in the rain!' Hetty sternly said.
'Whatever, darling.' Owen muttered.
After getting herself hot chocolate, she sat down.
'It may not be the circumstances, but. It's nice to have someone to talk to on nights like this.' Hetty admitted.
'I may sound like a sap for saying this, but. I agree with you on nights like this, I'm used to drinking cheap beer or trying to read, all alone. It's nice to be with someone.'. Granger replied.
Smiling. 'You're not a sap, you're a nice guy who despite what he may think, does enjoy someone's company!'
'Does this mean I don't have to sleep in your guest room tonight?'
'Nice try, but we're not at that point just yet.'
'Drat!'