If I only brought one for me, you'd either steal half of it, or spend the whole time pining for one. [ Her voice is a little muffled at first, by the helmet, but once he takes the drink from her hand it gives her freedom enough to finagle it off. The helmet's mostly red in color, but there's a little green heart stenciled on one side; instead of up in its usual buns, her hair is tied up only to the pigtail stage — it's the only way to get the helmet on, really. Now that she's free, though, she takes a drink of her own coffee and looks around his new digs.

Predictably, it's mostly boxes. She sets the helmet down on one of the stacks. ]

Besides. You probably need it, anyway.