A terrible guest. [She repeats it, still looking up at him expectantly, almost as if she knew this would be her victory and was just waiting for the inevitable. Simply and quietly waiting until he relents, and only giving an amused huff once he does - tilting her head slightly at his words as she watches him sit.]

You don't have to, I'm just happy to see you. [Seeing the people she cares for is all she wants, really. Now she hums softly as she goes to prepare the tea, reaching for two equally colorful mugs from the cupboard before getting the water for the kettle. Gold eyes peeking over her shoulder at his words, blinking before she smiles warmly.]

I'm glad you think so. I always feel I express myself best through singing, so I'm glad it comes through. [Underneath the perpetual calm, she's so much more boisterous and energetic than she seems - though only a few have really seen this side of her, off the stage.

There's a wave of her hair at the question, a nod of her head as she steps back to let the tea steep - leaning against the counter as golden eyes keep watch on the tea.]

I was, but you didn't wake me. I haven't really slept yet, or tried to, since I have trouble with it most nights. [She states this simply - for as long as she can remember, sleep never came easily to her.]