"Of course not. I didn't--just any--" She didn't expect him to just agree like that! She tries to regain the imperious act and nods just the little available fraction. "That well be acceptable, North. For now."

"Broth, please." Somehow she knows that's the right way to have that soup. Somehow she knows that soup to begin with.

She considers for a moment. "Even if... when you're busy. Would it be all right if I maybe called you, to say goodnight?"

It's important. A way for things to be right if you don't wake up the same person the next morning. That's important too. Somehow.