Beckett just shoots him a look - one eyebrow raised, mouth slightly quirked - and then shakes her head, extricating herself from the embrace with a small tweaking pinch delivered to his ribs. "Not so much," she echoes, perking up herself at the mention of a caffeine boost.

"Yes to both? I'd offer to make eggs, but - " They both know how it's going to turn out, though she can't stop herself from making the attempt to help out anyway.