Set in (and post) my NaNoWriMo2017/WiP WRE. No warnings apply.
Romaine watched El whisk the powdered drinking chocolate into the saucepan full of hot milk, adding a pinch of cinnamon and another of nutmeg. When she was satisfied, she poured the mixture into the mugs, filling them about half-way. She added a generous amount of brandy, some marshmallows, topped the mugs with a ton of whipped cream – he now realised why she’d purchased four cans – and finished the whole thing off with chocolate sprinkles.
“Hot chocolate,” El said, beaming, offering him a mug.
“Well, somewhere under all that,” Romaine said, grateful for the long-handled spoon she passed to him.
“Don’t be such a sour wolf,” she teased. She took a sip, got whipped cream on her nose.
Cavanaugh, who had a habit of arriving when there was food or drink to be had, let himself in and joined them in the kitchen. He kissed El’s cheek as she gave him her mug. His immediate response, while El poured another drink for herself, was to stick his finger in the cream and lick it clean.
“Cats,” Romaine said, rolling his eyes in mock disapproval.
“You love us really,” Cavanaugh said with a grin. He leaned his head against Romaine’s shoulder, nudged at him. El, still topping her mug with cream, glanced over her shoulder and smiled.
“Yes,” Romaine admitted with a sigh, loading his spoon with cream, “I do.”