"Later," Amaya agreed, because it did seem pretty civilized to at least serve a person some tea before you booted them out once that itch got scratched, but that itch was reminding her of its presence in full force now, heat rising up to her face and into her head a little, an eager spark behind her blue eyes, and she bit her lip.

Because this sort of thing always worked much more smoothly in Amaya's head than it did in person, because the Amaya in her head always seemed to sort of forget just how awkward about this sort of thing Amaya was in person.

But she was a woman of action, was she not? And, at this angle, she could work a good tragectory that would take them down on the couch pretty easily. That was where one was most likely to watch movies, wasn't it? But that could get a little uncomfortable. She had no problem with a bit of discomfort, but she had been pelted with balls for the better part of the morning...

"The greenhouse!" she realized suddenly. "I finished it this week! I should show you! Before we get started." Pause. "...through the bedroom."

Again, subtlety, not her strong suit.

Especially since it also connected to the living room.