And it's hard to be upset when having a muffin. The very name of the food made that impossible. Muffin. It was a cute name!

"Me too, though I can't draw or paint or do anything like that to save my life. It's so cool that you can paint, though, I'd love to be able to do that. Even if it's just a dab of color here, some more there, and say that it's modern art."

At the sigh, Lexi gave Luz a concerned look. "Hey...want me to get you a thermometer? Maybe you've got the flu?"

"Really? That can be kind of hard to live like. Not that I'm one to talk," Lexi said with an awkward laugh. Not exactly the greatest social butterfly, herself.

And Lexi squeezed Luz's hand back, hoping to send her love and support through her grip.

"Both good reasons to help. Though, between us? I'd have been willing to help anyway." And Lexi winked.

Is that a promise?

"I'm pretty sure it's her saxophone, even though the idea of using a saxophone as a melee weapon is kinda horrifying. I mean, can you imagine the kind of damage which could be done just by one hit upside the head?" Lexi shook her head.

She shouldn't have to take pain at all, in Lexi's opinion. She was fully willing to go the violently protective girlfriend route.

Any cold was too cold for Lexi. East Highland was a suburb of San Francisco, cooler than much of the state, but they still got rain for winter, not snow. At least not usually. Sweater weather, not layer upon layer with a coat on top weather.

That made Lexi laugh hard. "Okay, okay, no more laughter fits while I'm getting you from point A to point B, okay?"

And the burrowing was beyond precious.