Cooper chuckled and went about setting out their plates, although it was plain from the way he watched Sarah that just then he would have been more than happy to make a meal of her instead. The moment it took her to settle into his shirt - which on the considerably shorter girl was nearly a little khaki dress - gave him a chance to recompose himself. He slipped around behind Sarah and pulled out an armchair for her. And if that gave him the chance to sneak another glance at the way her hips and bottom moved under the flimsy cotton of his shirt, so much the better.<br/><br/>“I’ll get water,” he said, and fetched glasses and pitcher from their spot on the floor. There. It wasn’t elegant dining, but elegant wasn’t what was called for now. This right here, this was being together comfortably. Scarfing down lunch over the coffee table, half-dressed, was … what was the word? Companionable. That was it.<br/><br/>“Bon appetit.” Coop stooped, uncovered their plates, and stole one more kiss before flopping down into his own seat.